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CD
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Gatefold, LP style sleeve printed on recycled cardboard.
Artwork features oil painting by Coleen Barry, based on photo by Nicole Stevenson. Layout by Jonny Leather.
10x10 Lyric sheet included.
Includes unlimited streaming of Songs of Praise and Scorn
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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12' Vinyl LP
Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Limited Edition (of 500) 12" vinyl LP.
Artwork features oil painting by Coleen Barry, based on photo by Nicole Stevenson. Layout by Jonny Leather.
10x10 Lyric sheet included.
each includes a download card good for 2 redeemable
digital downloads in your choice of MP3 320, FLAC, or other formats.
Includes unlimited streaming of Songs of Praise and Scorn
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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lyrics
flawless executioner
i know you think it’s kind of funny and even rather sad, but the best friends I’ve had were unpredictable and free. you might think it kinda foolish, they live life like a joke, they
never got too far while they were squeezing down on the yoke. always by the time they’d loosen up their grasp, all the breath would vanish, their hearts would beat their last.
and i’d say, “come on you flawless executioner, and take your sweet babies home, take us home. well our feet are mighty tired and we been a long way and we just wanna rest our bones, these weary bones.”
i was standing at a crossroads, i was feeding the crows, strong wind whipped up and i stood there alone. and as that friendly ol’ murder departed i stood there just whistlin’ a tune, this happy tune, thinking bout how even though they’d been feathered and tarred, they didn’t wish nobody doom, never wished them doom,
and they sang, “come on you flawless executioner, come and take you’re sweet babies home, take us home. our feet are mighty tired, we been a long way, and we just wanna rest our bones, these weary bones.’
hey y’all remember that time when we prayed hard for rain? the good lord he only sent clouds. so we gathered up our buckets, and we spread ‘em about right before that rain water came down, and the next time the devil set fire to our fields, we put them fires out ourselves, put ‘em out ourselves, and
we sang “come on you flawless executioner, come and take your sweet babies home, take us home. our feet are mighty tired lord, we been a long way and we just wanna restour bones, these weary bones. come on you flawless executioner, take your sweet babies home. take us home.”
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