The Spiritual Beauty Of Material Things

from by Rob Jungklas

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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

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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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