Hozier

Hozier es un cantante y compositor irlandés nacido en 1990. Su música se caracteriza por mezclar elementos del blues, soul, folk y rock. En 2013, lanzó su primer EP, “Take Me to Church”, que alcanzó gran éxito en Irlanda y Reino Unido. Su canción “Take Me to Church” fue un éxito mundial y le valió una nominación al Grammy en 2015. Hozier ha lanzado varios álbumes de estudio, incluyendo “Hozier” y “Wasteland, Baby!”

Hozier (2014)

My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval. Take Me to Church

Babe There’s something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don’t you agree?. From Eden

Boys, workin’ on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I’m so full of love I could barely eat. Work Song

Her eyes and words are so icy Oh, but she burns Like rum on the fire Hot and fast and angry as she can be I walk my days on a wire. Cherry Wine

I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak. Take Me to Church

Honey, you’re familiar, like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. From Eden

The way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. Cherry Wine

Go take this the wrong way You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you Only blue or black days Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose. Someone New

Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life. Take Me to Church

To the strand, a picnic planned For you and me A rope in hand for your other man To hang from a tree. From Eden

When, my, time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her. Work Song

Calls of guilty thrown at me, all while she stains The sheets of some other Thrown at me so powerfully, just like she throws With the arm of her brother. Cherry Wine

If I’m a pagan of the good times My lover’s the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice. Take Me to Church

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin’ in her room but an empty crib. Work Song

And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit Everyday with someone new I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit Everyday with someone new. Someone New

Nina cried power (2018)

It’s not the waking, it’s the rising It is the grounding of a foot uncompromising It’s not forgoing of the lie It’s not the opening of eyes. Nina Cried Power

When I first saw you The end was soon To Bethlehem it slouched And then, it must’ve caught a good look at you. NFWMB

When stunted hand earns place with man by mere monstrosity Alarms are struck and shore is shook by sheer atrocity. Moment’s Silence

I couldn’t utter my love when it counted Ah, but I’m singing like a bird ’bout it now And I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted. Shrike

It’s not the wall, but what’s behind it Oh, the fear of fellow man, it’s mere assignment And everything that we’re denied By keeping the divide. Nina Cried Power

When the meaning is gone There is clarity And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me. Moment’s Silence

Words hung above, but never would form Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn Remember me, love, when I’m reborn As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. Shrike

And I could cry power Power has been cried by those stronger than me Straight into the face that tells you to Rattle your chains if you love being free. Nina Cried Power

Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing can get a look in on my baby Nothing fucks with my baby Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. NFWMB

Who view the deed as power’s creed, as pure authority This moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me. Moment’s Silence

I fled to the city with so much discounted Ah, but I’m flying like a bird to you now Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted Ah, but I’m flying like a bird to you now. Shrike

Wasteland, Baby! (2019)

I came in from the outside, burned out from a joy ride She likes to roll here in my ashes anyway Played from the bedside is “Stella by Starlight” That was my heart, the drums that start off “Night and Day”. Almost

I still watch you when you’re groovin’ As if through water from the bottom of a pool You’re movin’ without movin’ And when you move, I’m moved. Movement

For starts What a waste to say the heart could feel apart Or feel complete, baby Why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird? When it sings so sweet. No Plan

It’s gin o’clock where I wake up, I don’t know And I think about you though, everywhere I go And I’ve done everythin’ and I’ve been everywhere, you know. Nobody

I wouldn’t know where to start Sweet music playing in the dark Be still, my foolish heart Don’t ruin this on me. Almost

So move me, baby Shake like the bough of a willow tree You do it naturally Move me, baby. Movement

There’s no plan, there’s no race to be run The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun There’s no plan, there’s no kingdom to come I’ll be your man if you got love to get done. No Plan

I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love. Nobody

Do I owe each kiss to lip and cheek as soft as Chet can sing Let’s get lost and let the good times roll Let smoke rings from this paper doll Blow sweet and thick ’til every thought of it don’t mean a thing. Almost

You’re S. Polunin leapin’ Or Fred Astaire in sequence Honey, you, you’re Atlas in his sleepin’ And when you move, I’m moved. Movement

Let it hurl, let the awful song be heard Blue bird, I know your beat, baby But your secret is safe with me ’cause if secrets were like seeds Keep my body from the fire, hire a gardener for my grave. No Plan

At first chance, I’d take the bed warmed by the body, woo I once warmed my hands over a burnin’ Maserati, woo. Nobody