Blackbirds

from by Rob Jungklas

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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

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from Blackbirds, released February 5, 2017

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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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