Get God's Attention By Being an Atheist Songtext
von of Montreal

Contextualising the metal bibliotheque
As if to say "I am the redeemer",
Where alpaca is the most practical safe word
To end an El General song
You translated Eden Eden Eden tears
Falling on your French to English dictionary
While I read Gary Indiana′s Horse Crazy
Next to your sex toy shaped like a pink banana

We don't want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It′s crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We don't want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder


It′s good to look in your eyes
Knowing your eyes aren′t the boredom of the soul
Because they high kick me like Sly Stone on the cover of Fresh
We're all winners and everything′s cool,
We're gonna be okay ′cause we're special
Anyway I thrive on racing thoughts
That would drive other breeders totally mental

We don′t want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don't give a fuck, we want it louder
Loud enough to destroy the talismans of our depressions
We don′t want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder

I′m only trying to get God's attention by being an atheist,
If we could transcend linear time
Think of what it would do to our inhibitions

We don′t want to be safe, we want experience, we want it louder
It's crushing our ears, we don′t give a fuck, we want it louder