“First Time” is a trail by the Irish musician Hozier, featured on his second studio album, “Wasteland, Baby!”, released in 2019. Hozier, whose real name is Andrew Hozier-Byrne, realize international acclaim with his first attitude single “Take Me to Church” in 2013, which earned him a Grammy designation and push him to stardom.
“First Time” explores themes of love, desire, and vulnerability. The song’s lyrics send back on the experience of reducing in love for the first time and the extreme feeling that come with it. Hozier’s soulful vocals amalgamate with the song’s atmospheric adaptation create a haunting and expressive atmosphere.
“Wasteland, Baby!” received widespread critical applause upon its release, with “First Time” standing out as one of the album’s standout trails. Hozier’s contemplative songwriting and powerful vocals vibrate with listeners, further freezes his character as one of the most conclusive artists in contemporary music.
“First Time” showcases Hozier’s ability to line of work resonant music that burrow into the depths of human experience. The song’s raw frank poetic lyricism continue to attract audiences, making it a memorable addition to Hozier’s catalog.
Lyrics
Remember once I told you ’bout
How before I heard it from your mouth
My name would always hit my ears
As such an awful sound
And the soul, if that’s what you’d call it
Uneasy ally of the body
It felt nameless as a river undiscovered underground
And the first time that you kissed me
I drank dry the River Lethe
The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same
But you spoke some quick new music
That went so far to soothe this soul
As it was and ever shall be
Unearth without a name
Some part of me must have died
The first time that you called me baby
And some part of me came alive
The first time that you called me baby
These days I think I owe my life
To flowers that were left here by my mother
Ain’t that like them, gifting life to you again
This life lived mostly underground
Unknowing either sight nor sound
‘Til reaching up for sunlight
Just to be ripped out by the stem
Sensing only now it’s dying
Drying out then drowning blindly
Blooming forth its every colour
In the moments it has left
To share the space with simple living things
Infinitely suffering
But fighting off like all creation
The absence of itself
Anyway
Some part of me must have died
Each time that you called me baby
But some part of me stayed alive
Each time that you called
Each time that you called
C’mere, ooh-la-la
Ooh-la-la
Whatever keeps you around
It keeps you around
Ooh-la-la
C’mere, ooh-la-la
Whatever keeps you around
It keeps you around
The last time it was heard out loud
The perfect genius of our hands and mouths were shocked
To resignation as the arguing declined
When I was young I used to guess
Are there limits to any emptiness?
When was the last time?
C’mere to me, when was the last time?
Some part of me must have died
The final time you called me baby
But some part of me came alive
The final time you called me baby