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Elizabeth Felt Payne
05:37
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Well I don’t know why,
every single tear that I cry,
That falls from my eye,
was shed because she had to die.
I don’t know why, why did she have to die.
Well I don’t know why, I don’t know why.
The preacher’s preaching and speaking his holy word,
and to the heavens a lamentful cry is heard.
Well I testify, of the one that was crucified,
that my soul will fly, on the day that my bones are dry.
I testify, of the one that 1.rides in the sky,
but still don’t know why, I don’t know why.
A life that ended on the night of December third.
The 2.unclean spirit, the beast and the hateful bird.
(Selah)
Well, by and by, the wicked will horrify,
both you and I, until we bid this earth our last goodbye.
By and by, the wicked will horrify,
but, still don’t know why, I don’t know why.
A life that ended on the night of December third,
and to the heavens a lamentful cry is heard.
Well, Lord she tried, ‘till the days of her death drew nigh,
to be justified, with the 3.heir to be glorified.
Lord, she tried, until the days of her death drew nigh,
but still don’t know why, I don’t know why.
I just don’t know why
I just don’t know why
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2. |
When They Lay Me Down
04:55
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Jesus call my name,
it’s a crying shame
Jesus call my name,
when they lay me down
Lay me down to rest,
in my Sunday best
Lay me down to rest,
when they lay me down
And when they lay me down to rest,
I’m gonna go to the, the place thats the best,
And when they lay me down to die,
My spirit will go up on high
Make my dying bed,
do not morn the dead,
Make my dying bed,
when they lay me down
Lay my burden down,
let the 1.trumpet sound,
Lay my burden down,
when they lay me down
And when I die call forth the priest,
and face my grave toward the 2.east
Upon my headstone write this Psalm,
The 3.righteous flourish like a palm.
(Selah)
In the cold hard ground,
where my bones are found,
In the cold hard ground,
When they lay me down
Sing a song of praise,
Let the dead be raised,
Sing a song of praise,
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Working Ministry Blues
05:23
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All those words never meant a thing,
Lord, I never took the time to read,
the prophecies, that were told of old,
Now the devil comes to steal your soul.
And when the preacher blows with his hallowed 1.horn,
Well the cry is heard but there are few that mourn.
I’m shaking 2.dust from my feet, I’m washing 3.blood from my hands,
Well the times now up for thee, sinful man.
Now I’m working for the ministry,
The 4.seraphims coal has set me free,
Now when they lay me down to die,
My spirit will go up on high.
And when the preacher blows with his hallowed horn,
Cry is heard but there are few that mourn.
I’m shaking dust from my feet, I’m washing blood from my hands,
Well the times now up for thee, sinful man.
(Selah)
This bitter 5.burden has brought me down,
6.seven spirits all around me are found.
Now in this dreadful state I’m in, Lord, the misery will never end.
And when the preacher blows with his hallowed horn,
Well the cry is heard but there are few that mourn.
I’m shaking dust from my feet, I’m washing blood from my hands,
Well the times now up for thee, sinful man.
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Desolate Home
04:03
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Death, thy servant, he’s at my door
From thee unknown
Desolate Home
Dark was the night, heart's filled with fear
Thy words are clear
Desolate Home
(Selah)
I worship him, with open arms
Cheeks stained with tears
Desolate Home
I open my gate, bow to the floor,
To go no more
Desolate Home
(Selah)
He will go back, with his errand done
Shadow of the morning
Desolate Home
On the ‘morro, of that dreadful day
Someone would say
Desolate Home
Home
Home
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Storehouse of Souls
04:07
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1.Mourning for the dead lasts all of seven days
but for a godless fool it lasts all his life
2.Better death than a life full of misery,
Eternal rest than a plague of a long illness Spree, yeah
3.Storehouse of Souls in the world below are like the womb.
I Know
(Selah)
Which is 4.longer the future to come or the past thats gone by,
May the 5.bones of the prophets give forth life where they lie.
6.Locked in a prison that don’t have any bars,
7.Fourth angel’s smitten a third of the stars, yeah
Storehouse of Souls in the world below are like the womb.
(Selah)
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Between Heaven and Earth
06:20
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The earth down below me and the heavens are up above,
The earth down below me and the heavens are up above,
By the 1.hair of my head that I’m unworthy of
Well, I 2.hanged in the great oak and made vulnerable my heart,
Well, I hanged in the great oak and made vulnerable my heart,
Lord have mercy, they 3.pierced me with a dart
(Selah)
In the 4.sixth year of the sixth month on the fifth day I was home,
In the sixth year of the sixth month on the fifth day I was home,
I 5.digged in the wall to watch the darkness now unfold
Theres broken bread and you know we 6.shall not die
Theres broken bread and you know we shall not die
7.Daniel, oh Daniel, take the food from God on high
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Ecclesiasticus 21:10
04:01
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The 1.road of sinners is smoothly paved,
But, it leeds straight down to their graves
The 2.wicked prosper but for a time,
Increase in riches but death they’ll find
3.Broad is the way, wide is the gate
Many there be that seal their fate
The 4.resurrection of damnation comes
Where 5.worms devour and flames remain
(Selah)
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Jacob T. Skeen Salt Lake City, Utah
Jacob T. Skeen is a one-man band punk musician, with industrial and psych influence known for his distinctive, live show and sound characterized by ambient vocals and fuzz guitars. Throughout the years, Skeen has crafted a musical style that fuses the rebellious energy of punk with the psychedelic and industrial elements. ... more
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