Blackbirds

by Rob Jungklas

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1.
03:58
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
03:47
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
5.
04:50
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
6.
04:40
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
7.
01:37
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
8.
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
9.
04:40
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
10.
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

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released February 5, 2017

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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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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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