Hope
Religion Lyrics
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To where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed
The department of false hope
Is a proving ground for dopes
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread
Tomorrow won't be made for you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do
He crackled on the radio
Through bright plumes of the sun
The announcer said the age of faith was dead
Though the adolescent nation
Was just looking for salvation
The beast of reason reared its ugly head
So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do
From your cradle of destruction
With the poorest of instruction
And nearest sliver of a tune
Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through
So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do
There is nothing more
Hope by Religion seems to be a commentary on the struggles of the underprivileged and forgotten. The first verse paints a picture of a world where work is never-ending and the hungry are rarely fed. The department of false hope is a place where hopeless individuals are sent to be used as pawns by those in power. The line "they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread" is a metaphor for how the powerful will use the weak and helpless to further their own interests.
The second verse references the death of faith and how reason has taken its place. The younger generation is searching for salvation, but instead of finding it, they are faced with the "beast of reason." The constant struggle to survive in a world that seems to be against them is taking its toll on the forgotten individuals. Despite all of this, they manage to persevere and "muddle through."
Through its lyrics, Hope highlights the hardships that the marginalized and forgotten face every day. The song is a poignant commentary on the struggle to survive in a world that is often unjust and harsh.
Line by Line Meaning
Welcome now, son,
Greetings, newcomer,
To where the work is never done
You have arrived at a place where there is always something that needs to be done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed
Unfortunately, those in need often go without sustenance
The department of false hope
This is a place where false illusions are created
Is a proving ground for dopes
It serves as a place of testing for those who are naive or foolish
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread
Those in power will use and exploit you to further their own gains
So hold your head up high, forgotten man
Remain proud, despite your marginalized status
Tomorrow won't be made for you
The future does not hold anything significant for you
And everybody's gonna try to lend a helping hand
People often offer help, but it is rarely enough
Forgotten man, there's nothing more to do
As someone who has been cast aside, there are few options available to you
He crackled on the radio
The voice on the radio was intermittent and unclear
Through bright plumes of the sun
There were explosions of sunbursts in the sky
The announcer said the age of faith was dead
The broadcaster declared that religion and spirituality were no longer relevant
Though the adolescent nation
Despite the youth of the country
Was just looking for salvation
People were seeking a way to find meaning and purpose in life
The beast of reason reared its ugly head
Rationality and logic began to take precedence over blind faith
From your cradle of destruction
Born into a world of turmoil and destruction
With the poorest of instruction
Having received inadequate education
And nearest sliver of a tune
The only semblance of music nearby
Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through
Despite the odds, you persevered
There is nothing more
This is the end of the road
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRETT W. GUREWITZ, GREG GRAFFIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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@Kezanza the Great The way I engaged with Disney film - which ones I saw in the cinema, which ones I got on VHS and at what age I did these things - makes me just barely too old to know The Hunchback of Notre Dame, or at least just barely too old to have seen it in the same way as a couple of the other films that came before it.
Ha, I'll give these songs a listen. I'm currently frustrated, because there's nothing to watch on YouTube or to stream (I can use streaming platforms legally here :)). At the very least I'll just jump in somewhere. Maybe in medias res, quite literally. Like, start the film right in the middle, if I can even find it online.
You're not doing the worst job selling this film here, by the way.
Also:
Ecce, illic casa parvam est. Illic est ager lapidosus. Hortus faecundus cingit.
I know I messed up in a place or two, but you need to give me a break, I took less than a semester of Latin in 1998.
Kezanza the Great
@Account Deletion Delayed Again (See Description) You've never seen it? Hmm, maybe it's because I still have all the VHS tapes, it just seems strange to me when someone's not familiar with a Disney classic. :/ You're not the first one I've met who doesn't know that movie, either.
At least give the first soundtrack a listen (the Bells of Notre Dame). That song packs in a lot of the story right off the bat. And the villain's song (Hellfire) is worth a listen too - especially if you understand a bit of Latin.
Overall I recommend the movie as I think it shines despite its flaws, but you do you. :)
In any case, I count Frollo as one of the scariest Disney villains (alongside Mother Gothel) because he's so evil, but he doesn't even seem to recognize it because of his own convinction that what he's doing is right.
Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. Really didn't intend to go off on that so long. Sorry 😅
Flowing Afterglow
8:30
re: bibles surving the fires.
Actually, thick books are notoriously hard to burn. A couple years ago, my wife's folks cleaned out their old house and threw out catalogs and magazines, and lots of other burnable stuff. So we had a bonfire.
It took a lot to get the catalogs and magazines to burn. We basically had to open them up and loosen the pages.
A stack of papers is basically just a log. Yeah, you can burn them but it takes an approach to get them going. You can even see from the bibles they show, they singed the outside but the interiors survived. That's what happens with books in fires.
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Mathew Perkins
me with no sense of smell
Not Applicable
Doesn't ship to my country. I've lost hope.
Jeanne Brighton
When my parents lost their home to a brush fire, it melted even their cast iron stove. One of the few things to survive was one of my brother's Magic the Gathering cards, a Fireball. Clearly, this was a miracle given to us by Satan.
Dylan Driscoll
Ironic that a fireball survived a fire.
Dino-MYT G A M I N G
NIIIIIIICCCCCCEEEEEE
Bobby Scissors
No black lotus? Lol
zEropoint68
if it were me, i'd wonder what i'd done to make god so angry that he literally felt the need to leave his signature on the destruction of my home.