Religion

What really classifies a religion? A set of values, morals, and beliefs by which one adheres their life to. Well if that’s the case then why can’t music be a religion? The Paperboys seem to think this is a possiblity. These guys are a hip-hop duo coming all the way from Norway. I posted the lyrics below, but in particular I want you to take a look at this verse:

Now as a little dude trying to prove his ability

I visualize the future where music was filling me

With miracles and beautiful imaginary

Religion for looser a tune we could use for some liberty

There might be truth to this lunacy

Better yet maybe it won’t be so bittersweet

When we ressurect

You never know maybe heaven is next

But if it’s not then what the hell do you expect?

In my eyes religions have always had some crippling inconsistencies. Maybe I like this song so much because it coincides with my philosophy that conscious hip-hop can really be a source of, for lack of a better word; religion.

Out of Control - Lyrics

Raise the world from off your shoulders

Drench your hate in holy water

Find yourself someone to long for

Then let go and feel it all spin out of control

I mix pleasure with pain

Came up with nothing

Here I go again

This time I’m bluffing

What I want to do

Do or don’t

What can I do

When I am not as good as you

I came into this world had a soul on fire

Mamma took one look at me and said I am born to be a rider

And I don’t need to sell em

Provide

And I don’t need the drum to be beat to

Tumble in the dryer

And with the skys going over my head

Its got me holding onto smiles baby don’t be afraid

Your going to wiggle and represent safe

Can’t let it go to waste cause there’s no tomorrow only today

Cause it could change you know nothing is safe

Like when someone you love they do something you hate

And you find you have nothing to say

Someday being brave is admitting your afraid

Now as a little dude trying to prove his ability

I visualize the future where music was filling me

With miracles and beautiful imaginary

Religion for looser a tune we could use for some liberty

There might be truth to this lunacy

Better yet maybe it won’t be so bittersweet

When we ressurect

You never know maybe heaven is next

But if its not then what the hell do you expect?

Lets get together my friends

With some music

Father never learns

With the sky of confusion

Raise the world from off your shoulders

Drench your hate in holy water

Find yourself someone to long for

Then let go and feel it all spin out of control

Possibilities I’ve seen

Are possibly take care of me

I still creep (?)

Also full of history

There is no room for disbelief

All we really need to be is alive