3’s and 7’s
This is the last time I have to do this, sorry.
Next week the video will be embedded, cross my heart.
Until then, we have a doozy this week.
Lie, lie to my face,
Tell me it ain’t no thing,
That’s what I wanna hear.
Take, a lie to the grave,
That’s what and old friend told me,
Look at what it did for him.The truth hurts so bad, wouldn’t you say?
So why tell it?
If ignorance is bliss,
Then I’m in heaven now.Run, you’ll never escape,
You see you go nowhere (so new you appear),
Broke, laid to waste,
Turn into sweet nothings,
That kiss you goodbye.The truth hurts so bad, wouldn’t you say?
So why tell it?
If ignorance is bliss,
Then I’m in heaven now.I keep doin’ it over and over again,
The never ending places I never been
No one is catching on or calling my bluff,
The devil made me, only we never met,
What you do is say it with a smile boy,
Makin’ us all forget,
What you do is say it with a smile boy,
Makin’ us all forget,
Makin’ us all forget,
Makin’ us all forget.
I do enjoy this song quite a bit. But the lyrics really tell a story that I’m sure most of us can ( sadly ) relate to. The first tale is told in the beginning half of the song. Many people (myself included) choose to be ignorant of things that would hurt them. This idea actually keeps many people away from Christianity- they fear the change that it brings, and choose to remain away from it. “Take, a lie to the grave, /That’s what and old friend told me, /Look at what it did for him.” Some would actually choose the ignorance that they value over the truth that could keep them alive. But those same people can’t stand to be bothered by anything- so why listen to that which makes them uncomfortable?
The second half tells another story. It seems like the singer is now the liar, and plans to keep up his deceit as long as he can. But the most important line comes near the end. “The devil made me, only we never met…” Many Christians like to use that line for an excuse, but the (decidedly un-Christian) singer likes to tell us that THIS EXCUSE DOES NOT WORK. Blaming the devil for everything gets old quickly. At some point, we have to take responsibility for what we do. The last lines deserve their own blog, when paired with another song… next week.