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about
I‘ve always been fond of old church-produced records from the '50s and ’60s, with their low-budget, weird monochrome graphics on the front covers and unknown street addresses printed on the back. Detroit had more than its own share of these back in the day, but digging through the bins of your local thrift you would come across some from other cities as well - Chicago, Cincinnati, Pittsburgh - as well as never-heard-of rural areas and southern towns like Nashville and Jacksonville. Everybody wanted to put out a record, and churches had the means to scrape the funds together to make it happen. I feel a real kinship with those who made them and identify with them for a lot of reasons - their enthusiasm, their often amateurish approach, their naivete, and their DIY determination to try to make something happen in spite of knowing their almost-certain destiny of obscurity. They had the musicians, they had the songs, they already had mics and a PA. They just needed to rent a tape machine from the TV repair place. The pastor could handle the promotion end, and the janitor could engineer. You never know, if things go well they might even fix up the bus and take it all on the road. Roll the tape. Anything was possible with God’s grace.
lyrics
LYRICS
Well it's been one long battle from the day you been born
Ain't your arms getting heavy, ain't your spirit getting worn?
Well it's been one long battle for as long as you've known
Aren't you tired of fighting? Put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
Let it go, Samson, put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
You don't have to leave but it's time to move on
On honey-lion meat you grew strong and tall
You showed them no mercy, no mercy at all
All the blood that you spilled, all their wails and their moans
If you want it to end now then put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
Let it go, Samson, put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
You don't have to leave but it's time to move on
Put down the bone, put down the bone
Let it go, Samson, put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
You don't have to leave but it's time to move on
So put down the burden you carried so long
Revenge makes you weak now it's time to be strong
What's over is over and what's done is done
So let it go, Samson, put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
Let it go, Samson, put down the bone
Put down the bone, put down the bone
You don't have to leave but it's time to move on
credits
released August 25, 2023
Bob Zabor: piano, vocals, drums, percussion, bass, hammond c3 organ
Biker Priests is starting as a collection of cassette 4-track demos that I recorded pre-Jawbone (so, mid-to-late 90s). Some rock and some blues and some plain old songs. The future is uwritten. Jawbone
An intimate collection of previously-unreleased recordings from the Texan singer-songwriter: first drafts, alternate takes, covers and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2019