Blackbirds

by Rob Jungklas

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Thanks for listening, Heaven is now.

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released February 5, 2017

Credits

Produced, engineered, and mixed by Pete Matthews and Toby Vest
Recorded at High/Low Recording, Memphis, TN
Rob Jungklas – vocals, guitar
Luke White – bass, guitar, background vocals, Rhodes
Shawn Zorn – drums, percussion
Dave Cousar – guitar tracks 1 and 2
Paul Taylor – drums tracks 1 and 2
Rick Steff – piano, Moog
Frank Ray – Hammond B3
Krista Wooten Combest – violin
Jana Meisner – cello
Toby Vest – keyboards, pedals, acoustic guitar
Mastered by Bruce Barielle
Artwork/Design/ Cover photograph – Annette Fournet
Thanks, Ronny

All songs words and music by Rob Jungklas, Her Smile Music, ASCAP

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Rob Jungklas Memphis, Tennessee

It seems that Jung Klas a man of extremes who have emotions and soul torments rush through blood and nerves as music. Sometimes he sounds like a lost soul or like a wounded animal that wants to shake his skin. Away from him

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Track Name: Blackbirds
Blackbirds

She stole the moon
She walks on the water
I can’t think of no good reason
She would want to come around here
Something in the way
Something in the way that
Her hair falls down into the valley
In between her shoulder blades

Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Hearts so full

Spill it again
Spill it again, dear
You can always stay awhile and fill it up again
I saw you take a piece of ice
Saw you take a piece of ice, dear
And hold it in the hollow
In between your breasts

Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Hearts so full

Take a bite out of this bitter fruit
Tastes like a verse out of the bible
Cicadas in crescendo
Voodoo poetry
Cicadas in crescendo
Voodoo poetry

At night, the lanterns on the levee
Each one is filled with kerosene
I lay naked underneath her
I was dirty and she washed me clean

We were dripping sweat
She turned to me and whispered
You are beautiful, my darling, but this will end in flames
Take it in the heart, boy
Open up your jackknife
These pagans down in Mississippi
They will never understand

Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Blackbirds
Blackbirds
Mouths shut
Hearts so full
Track Name: The Spiritual Beauty Of Material Things
The Spiritual Beauty of Material Things

Right here is seven hundred dollars
It’s all the money that I’ve got
It will buy us a farm outside of Rosedale
And a cast iron cooking pot
Curtains for the windows, flowers for the yard
You will have a Sunday dress
And life won’t be so goddamned hard

Consider this old claw hammer
Consider what it does
Driving nails through a two by four
All day long, just because

Pass the bottle
And I will sing
About the spiritual beauty of material things

This was my father’s plowshare
It’s plowed many a row
And every step was a bitter tear
I don’t count them any more
I lost my sister to Decauter Street
Lost my mother to the flood of ‘22
Lost my father to the riders
And now I’m loosing you

Pass the bottle
And I will sing
About the spiritual beauty of material things

I’m sitting here at the kitchen table with a straight razor in my hand
The possibilities give me pause

Bring me a glass of whiskey
Bring me a snow white dove
Bring me peace
Bring me darkness
Bring me back the woman that I love
I tied this ribbon around the bedpost
The night that we were wed
I took it from her long black hair
And like a fool I said
Track Name: Nothing To Fade
Nothing To Fade

Only the strong collide
The cold, unyielding harvest moon
Demands the death of love
Commands the flood again

To wash away complete
And every kiss will be confused
And every impulse contradicted
And in its stead
The dying of the light

I shall arise
All around me hallowed now and clear
There’s a time to suffer
And a time to
Generate the glory
Nothing to fade
There’s nothing to fade here

I call out my lover’s name
She can not hurt me any more
And I will stay here in this mortal coil
Til I’m redeemed
Blessed are the broken ones

I shall arise
All around me hallowed now and clear
There’s a time to suffer
And a time to
Generate the glory
Nothing to fade
There’s nothing to fade here

Time is only wasting
Lay down, you perfect angel

Nothing to fade
Nothing to fade here
Track Name: Shine
Shine

Cast against the summer sky
By the ocean everlasting
I watched the starlings wheel and cry
The night I gave you power over me

This is the coming of the night
The sky is seven shades of indigo
This is the dying of the light
And all that I can do is
Watch it go

A dying star
Is all that you are
And all that you can be
But
How you shine on me
How you shine

All the love that’s gone before
Like a holy city lies in ruins
Buried like the setting sun
Resurrected, oh, my darling
Like the rising moon

A dying star
Is all that you are
And all that you can be
But
How you shine on me
How you shine
Track Name: Gone
Gone

Fall away from me
Fall away from me
Fall away from me, my friend

All those pretty stories
That used to keep me safe
I can’t believe them anymore
When I see your face
This is not a new day
This is not a new dawn
You’re not gone to a better place
You’re just gone

Fall away from me
Fall away from me
Fall away from me, all that I hold dear

Fall away from me
Fall away from me
Fall away from me, all that I hold dear

All those pretty stories
That used to keep me safe
I can’t believe them anymore
When I see your face
This is not a new day
This is not a new dawn
And you’re not gone to a better place
You’re just gone

Every hour a blessing
Every breath
Ever tenderness is a rebuke to death
Every lover a god
Every friend a treasure
Every kiss is
Precious beyond measure

Fall away from me
Fall away from me
Fall away from me, everyone I love

All those pretty stories
They’re all just pretty lies
I can’t believe them anymore
When I look into your eyes
This is not a new day
This is not a new dawn
And you’re not gone to a better place
You’re just gone
Track Name: Diggers
Diggers

I am a free man
Here is my kingdom
40 acres and a broke down mule
I am a good man
All things considered
Some people take me
For a god damned fool

I work this cotton
For Charles Colville
That man lives underneath my skin
Every year now the crop gets better
Still, I end up owing him

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day

I brought my family
To Alabama
To Alabama and the levee camps
They made me a driver
With a pearl handled pistol
And a heart no bigger than a postage stamp

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll crawl through the mud and the water
Diggers
They need diggers, God help them, who’ve forgotten how to pray

I dreamed I saw my brother
And his arms were open wide
I dreamed I saw my sister standing
By the riverside

I watch my wife
Watch me work on the river
I watch my daughter watch her mother cry
I watch my son watching his sister
Watching her mother
Watch her husband
Die
Inside

Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work to dam the Mississippi
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll work
For a dollar a day
Diggers
They need diggers that’ll crawl through the mud and the water
Diggers
I’m a digger, God help me, I’ve forgotten how to pray
Track Name: Hymn
Hymn


Oh, fill me with the words to say
Make them purposeful and pure
For I am only made of clay
The beauty will endure

Oh, lift my voice in one true song
Engendering the spark
That never dies or fades away
But burns inside my heart

Oh, grant me now my fondest dream
The all consuming fire
And fix my gaze upon the stars
Ascending ever higher
Track Name: Low Hanging Fruit
Low Hanging Fruit

Oh, strange moon that rules the tide
Pull this poison from my heart
Illuminate the good in me
Make a whole man from the parts

There is no understanding this
Not way to reconcile
The slender thread is broken now
And it will be broke a while

I will reach up for the
Low hanging fruit

I still remember your sweet kiss
And the way you touched my face
Neither time nor distance will diminish these
Small, simple acts of grace

I will reach up for the
Low hanging fruit

And now I will prepare my heart
For the Renaissance
For a brand, new start

The ragged edges become smooth
The wound becomes a scar
The love we had becomes a wish
And the wish becomes a star

I will reach up for the
Low hanging fruit
Track Name: Vitriol
Vitriol

If I could break I could be broken down
If I could pray I could release it all
If I could dream I could make it all right
If I could close my eyes
Would I be precious in your sight?

If I could bow down I’d be a better man
If I could explode maybe you’d understand
If I could talk I would ask for a kiss
If I could believe in something
I’d believe in something like this

Another chance to fall
Another way to crash into the wall
Another hole that’s big enough
To swallow it all

Vitriol

If I could bleed I could be washed in the blood
If I could cry I could laugh again
If I could smash up the place i could mesmerize you
If I could die
Well, baby, what then?

All this time waiting, wasting time
Hoping someday to intersect and intertwine
Now the waiting is through
Now I’m asking you
Are you my heart?
Are you my soul?
Are you my anodyne?

If I could love I could be redeemed
If I could love I could launch myself
If I could love I could bathe in the light
If I could love
I could be
free
Track Name: Carry Me Home
Carry Me Home


I look over Jordan and what do I see
Coming for to carry me home
A band of angels coming after me
Coming for to carry me home

My angels ain’t got halos, my angels ain’t got wings
They got on too much black mascara, they’re wearing phony diamond rings
But they love me like water, they love me like air
And even when they’re gone, they’re there

Ain’t no sound of trumpets, ain’t no wall of fire
Just a man with a Telecaster behind some chicken wire
There was this girl from Atlanta with a bruise on her thigh
And we both just know when she looked me in the eye

When I call out to my angels in my hour of need
Saying sister, I suffer
Brother, I bleed
I don’t want no holy ghost to answer, I want flesh and blood
And every face I see is a face I love

There ain’t no heaven up there in the clouds above
Heaven’s right here in the arms of the ones you love

Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home