Darren Hanlon - Lapsed Catholic (Official Video)

Darren Hanlon - Lapsed Catholic (Official Video)
From the album 'Life Tax'
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Filmed/Edited/Coloured by: Leeroy Todd
Website: https://leeroytoddphotoandfilm.com.au


Also starring:
Billy and Ivy Hughes
Special thanks to Sarah Bond, Sam Hughes, Shelley Short and Gina Hanlon

This video was filmed in Gympie, QLD, on the land of the Gubi Gubi people. I would like to acknowledge the traditional owners and pay respect to Elders past and present.

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Music and Lyrics by Darren Hanlon
Drums by Dylan Young
Recorded and Mixed by Jesse Williams
Mastered by Colin Leadbetter

Lapsed Catholic Lyrics:

The other day and friend asked me what religion are you
I went to say I’m Catholic but I stopped to think it through
I’ve never been the one to feel the need to scream and shout it
And most Catholics I know never even talk about it
I was baptised as a baby, had Communion, been Confirmed
Each saint and each apostle I dutifully learned
But somewhere down the line it seems a different bug has bit me
Like a cap I used to wear but now it doesn’t seem to fit me

In all honesty I think you’d call someone like me

A lapsed Catholic
I haven’t been to church for eleven months at least
Sometimes Christmas with my family but never ever Easter

I became an altar boy back in Primary School
When my rugby mates would tease me and say I was a pansy fool
But I didn’t mind the hours and I didn’t mind the robes
So I kitted up and called em all a bunch of homophobes
I liked the iconography, I liked the ancient ritual
What first seems like a chore will soon become habitual
So I swung the incense round, lit the candles, rang the bells
Read the Bible like a novel looking for the parallels

Our old parish priest could evoke the wrath of Hades
You’d see him doing burnouts round the town with his Mercedes
He’d swear under his breath, drink sherry by the litre
With his air rifle he’d shoot the pigeons shitting on St Peter
But he taught me to be mindful and observe Acts of Contrition
I looked up to him like some kind of spiritual magician
How he’d conjure Jesus’ blood, drop of water in the wine
That he’d pour out of a bottle of some cheap Vat 69

I took it all so seriously, back then I never dreamed I’d be

A lapsed Catholic
A childhood of Sundays staking hymnals to the hilt
And all I got was this lousy million dollar guilt

So I packed my bags and left the safety of the middle classes
And suddenly I realised I has stopped going to masses
The forest nymphs of Nimbin really opened my mind
In the share houses of Sydney those ideas were underlined
I hung around with Haris who each day would feed the poor
Made friends with some Jehovahs who came knocking at my door
I learned other religions were more or less as valid
While mine was just an olive in this theologic salad

No one wants to stare into an existential hole
And I don’t want no one to make a franchise of my soul
Especially when you take their social record from the sleeve
And it spins the opposite direction to what I believe
To tell a man he’s wrong just cause he loves another fella
Well how can they expect me to stand under that umbrella
And I don’t want them ones to slap a trademark on my prayers
I want my prayers to float up and drift away on the air

I love my friends who’re gay, therefore I must stay

A lapsed Catholic
You can checkout any time but you’ll never really leave
But you get to share a room with Kerouac and Graham Greene
There’s the ghost of Andy Warhol haunting up the closet
You can checkout any time but they will keep you key deposit