The Streets: Never went to church
Captain Sensible writes: I haven't ever done this before (but now that this blog is 1 year old, I may start doing it more regularly!), but I am going to repost the link to the song, "Never went to church".
I couldn't get it out of my head today, and in the light of my previous post, well, it just seems appropriate.
I am going to add the lyrics this time. Please, if anyone is put off by the first line, or if it's just "not your thing", still listen to it. I really think he has something important to say to us as "the church".
What are we really doing to reach out to guys like him?
(Incidentally, it is also a great testimony to fatherhood, and I love it for that too.)
Enjoy -- and weep.
The Streets - Never went to church
Never Went To Church
Two great European narcotics:
Alcohol and Christianity.
I know which one I prefer.
We never went to church,
Just get on with work, and sometimes things'll hurt,
But it's hit me since you left us,
And it's so hard not to search.
If you were still about,
I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now?
I just get grubbin' scared,
Every now,
Hope I made you proud.
On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons,
I put my head on the table, I was so distraught with you.
You tidied your things into the bin,
The more poorly you grew,
So there's nothing of yours to hold, or to talk to.
You put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a "But..",
People say I interrupt people with the same look.
Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked,
Started reading about dreams in your favourite book.
Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do.
You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew.
And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through,
I miss you Dad, but I've got nothing to remind me of you
[Chorus]
I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken,
I needed to pray or see a priest that day.
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away,
But I cleaned up my place, like you, so I could see things straight.
I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm,
So I said I'd get my head down, and I'd deal with the ache in my heart.
And for that, if God exists, I'd reckon He'd pay me regard.
Mom says me and you are the same from the start.
I guess then you did leave me something to remind me of you.
Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to.
When I do something like you, you'll be on my mind or through,
'Cause I forgot, you left me behind to remind me of you.
[Chorus x2]
But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now,
And then I'm not so scared somehow,
'Cause I know that you'd be proud.
I got a good one for you Dad,
I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman,
You always said I should hedge my bets...
I couldn't get it out of my head today, and in the light of my previous post, well, it just seems appropriate.
I am going to add the lyrics this time. Please, if anyone is put off by the first line, or if it's just "not your thing", still listen to it. I really think he has something important to say to us as "the church".
What are we really doing to reach out to guys like him?
(Incidentally, it is also a great testimony to fatherhood, and I love it for that too.)
Enjoy -- and weep.
The Streets - Never went to church
Never Went To Church
Two great European narcotics:
Alcohol and Christianity.
I know which one I prefer.
We never went to church,
Just get on with work, and sometimes things'll hurt,
But it's hit me since you left us,
And it's so hard not to search.
If you were still about,
I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now?
I just get grubbin' scared,
Every now,
Hope I made you proud.
On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons,
I put my head on the table, I was so distraught with you.
You tidied your things into the bin,
The more poorly you grew,
So there's nothing of yours to hold, or to talk to.
You put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a "But..",
People say I interrupt people with the same look.
Sometimes I think so hard I can't remember how your face looked,
Started reading about dreams in your favourite book.
Panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do.
You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew.
And I feel sad I can't hear you reciting it through,
I miss you Dad, but I've got nothing to remind me of you
[Chorus]
I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken,
I needed to pray or see a priest that day.
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away,
But I cleaned up my place, like you, so I could see things straight.
I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm,
So I said I'd get my head down, and I'd deal with the ache in my heart.
And for that, if God exists, I'd reckon He'd pay me regard.
Mom says me and you are the same from the start.
I guess then you did leave me something to remind me of you.
Everytime I interrupt someone like you used to.
When I do something like you, you'll be on my mind or through,
'Cause I forgot, you left me behind to remind me of you.
[Chorus x2]
But you you still tell me how you didn't know what to do even now,
And then I'm not so scared somehow,
'Cause I know that you'd be proud.
I got a good one for you Dad,
I'm gonna see a priest, a Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman,
You always said I should hedge my bets...
posted by Captain Sensible at 4:53 PM
2 Comments:
Thanks for posting the lyrics. I downloaded the song on iTunes, but even after listening to it many, many times, there were some words I couldn't make out. (me, with my American accent, he with his very strong English accent?)
And I agree with you about seeing where we as the church has done wrong. It reminds me of the section of Don Miller's book, "Blue Like Jazz" where he tells of apologizing to non-believers on behalf of Christians who had offended them. Powerful stuff!
Thanks so much, Sara, for taking the trouble to listen to this song. I think we all have a lot of apologising to do. "Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who trespass against us." I have been challenged recently on the power in those words, and the need to take it on board daily!
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