Jack Blackman

by Jack Blackman

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released June 2, 2013

All songs written by Jack Blackman
All instruments played by Jack Blackman
Recorded and mixed by Ally Jowett at Leeds College of Music

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Jack Blackman West Midlands, UK

‘Blues has a bright future’ – Maverick Magazine

Jack Blackman is fast developing into one the most accomplished and exciting performers on the acoustic roots scene today. His guitar playing has been described as ‘exquisite', and his songs have been generating a great deal of attention from the music industry.
'You won’t find fault with this full length masterpiece' - Rhythm & Booze Magazine
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Track Name: Moving Train
Past opportunities, missed connections are what can hold you back
All you need are some clear directions to set you on the right track
Would you be there to lead away temptation if I was caught out in the rain?
You know you can stand all day at the station but it won’t stop a moving train

Duff information, false expectation it can obscure the view
Just as you’re ready for the next destination, heading for places new
The taste of disappointment and another missed chance will forever in your throat remain
But only you can get yourself up and on the next train

And all those people who are in the know and their advice held in high esteem
They’ll never go where you and I go; they’ll never see what we’ve seen
So here’s to the sceptics who are willing to reject it and leave you all on your own
That’s alright I’m coming to get you I’m on the next train home

Next train home
Track Name: Not That the Sun
I just fell down a deep dark hole
Lost my way and I stumbled through the murky depths below
But it’s not that the sun has gone
It’s just a temporary lunar eclipse
And we’ll have things right in order before you know

Walking ‘till I’m hollow, without a soul around to tell
And I feel like an illusion in the eyes of someone else
But it’s best not pay too much attention
You know you might just ruin your health
But I don’t get on that much better with myself
With myself, with myself
Don’t pretend that I need your help
And I don’t get on that much better with myself

Time doesn’t stand for those who long for it to find them
Don’t state your mind in silence

But it’s not that the sun has gone
It’s just a temporary lunar eclipse
And we’ll have things right in order before you know
Track Name: Ashes on My Guitar
I tried to write you a letter
But got distracted by the night
The moon was in the gutter
Laughing up at streetlights
So I’m sitting here procrastinating
And if a song appears I’ll catch it
With ashes on my guitar

Temptation haunts the careful man
He who thinks that he’s a saint
She will make a user from those
With the strongest self-restraint
So save some for tomorrow
Just remember where you stash it
Ashes on my guitar

All I have is a book of matches
Smoke for dreams and nicotine patches
And no means of knowing where you are
But I’ll be here ‘til these strings rust
And I’m cast dust to dust
And ashes
To ashes on my guitar

If I should meet the devil
I will laugh into his face
‘Cause I’ve seen darker evil
Walk the streets of this old place
There’s a little spark in all of us
It’s just whether the fire catches
Ashes on my guitar

All I have is a book of matches
Smoke for dreams and nicotine patches
And no means of finding where you are
But I’ll be here ‘til these strings rust
And I’m cast dust to dust
And ashes
To ashes on my guitar
Track Name: Whisky Grave
Well the handwritten sign it said, “Service every Sunday”
I walk over to the spot beneath two pecan trees
Over here they’ve got their reasons to pray
Even in this heat they’ll find a way to believe
‘Cause I know my redeemer lives, my soul he will save
Just bury me at Three Forks and pour whisky on my grave

Tempers are raging, inhibitions are down
It's just a little wooden shack west out of town
But you don’t drink from a bottle that’s touched jealous hands
You don’t mess with a woman who’s messing with her man
Howling like a dog, ravaged and crazed
He passed out of this world through a whisky grave

For some of us heaven’s a long way away
But we’d all lost a saviour once that night turned to day
‘Cause when he’d snap and slide on steel
And lay a heel upon this floor
Even a broken man would let his spirit soar
And after all that was said and done and everything he gave
He lies waiting until judgement in a whisky grave
Track Name: Charles Walton Blues
Spring had come early that Valentine’s Day
The last of the winter had all but melted away
In the town of Lower Quinton he watched the first buds grow
And with his pitchfork and slash hook off a-hedging he did go
Some said that he knew the old ways of the land
And had seen him with the animals eating out of his hand
But he’d worked hard all his life, his own business he did mind
And he was always home by four come rain or shine


So when she came by his door and found him still gone
Nightfall was drawing near now, she knew something was wrong
She called for the farmer in whose fields he‘d been
And they made their way up Meon Hill where he was last seen
They say the devil himself made Meon Hill
And at night the black dogs roam there still


Beneath an old willow tree, his body they found
Through the neck his own pitchfork it pinned him to the ground
The police could find no motive, the detective at a loss
But that cut across his chest was in the shape of a cross
Because 70 years ago, just a few miles away
In Long Compton she was found pinned and marked the same way
But this time the motive was clear, the defendant said of it,
“There is no other way for to get rid of a witch”


So was old Charles Walton part of something more?
And killed in suspicion of what he did or saw
Though this was long ago are we really beyond that?
When the need for justice overcomes that of fact
Track Name: Patch Up That Hole
One of these days, I ain’t gonna say
The first thing that comes into my head that’ll be taken the wrong way
‘Cause half the time I’m talking, and the other half I’m being told
To make amends for what I’ve said and patch up that hole

Patch up that hole, patch up that hole
Before you burn that bridge, and you’re left in the cold
I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry you know
I’m gonna get out my needle, and patch up that hole

When you’ve placed all your bets, and it’s time the cards were played
I’m always the first to lay my hand down on the grade
But when the stakes are raised I’m always the last to fold
And I’m left wondering where my money’s gone so I’d better patch up that hole

Patch up that hole, patch up that hole
Before your money’s all gone, and you’re left in the cold
Don’t gamble with good fortune, only gamble with gold
I’m gonna get out my needle, and patch up that hole

I’ve been walking a long time, my dreams I’ve sold
I’m gonna get out my needle, and patch up that hole
The words are brand new, but the story’s old
I’m gonna get out my needle and patch up that hole
I’m gonna get out my needle and patch up that hole
Track Name: Honeyboy Edwards
Well, the leaves are turning, the moon’s on its way
Time turns to leaving, but I don’t feel like going away
I’ll hang about, like an old shirt you can’t bring yourself to chuck out

And it seems half my life’s been spent just kicking around
There’s only so much river jumping you can do in this town
That’s alright; I’m not the type
Never was my kinda game

Everyone’s looking for something they can find
Once you’ve found it you realise it’s been here the whole time
That’s sod’s law, seen it before
So don’t tell it me no more

And the hills are burning, outside’s cold as clay
Time turns to evening but it aint been long since day
And I’m sitting in a hotel with the TV on low
And Honeyboy Edwards is the last one to go
Track Name: This Old Life Will Be the Death of Me
There’s a dead frog in the road
How it got there I don’t know
But at a guess I’d say it was crossing to the other side
Aint it funny how things can twist?
With all the warnings that you have missed
Along the course of passing through this old life

If this world should end today
Could you look me in the eye and say
That you made a change around here for all to see?
‘Cause at the moment it feels like this
I’ll never make it on that list
And this old life will be the death of me

This old life
It’ll pass you the rough edge of the knife
Bind you up and leave you tied
It will rob a poor man blind
Steal the pennies from your eyes while you’re asleep
But that’s alright, that’s alright
Don’tcha tell me otherwise
‘Cause this old life will be the death of me

You may block the way I choose
Tie together both my shoes
Still I’ll get to where I’m going eventually
But in my dreams there is more
Than it seems is here in store
And this old life will be the death of me

This old life
It’ll pass you the rough edge of the knife
Bind you up and leave you tied
It will rob a poor man blind
Steal the pennies from your eyes while you’re asleep
But that’s alright, that’s alright
Don’tcha tell me otherwise
‘Cause this old life will be
It’s just a drop in the sea
This old life will be the death of me
Track Name: Buddy Holly's Ghost
I hear no whisper in the wireless, only static on the dial
And I can’t account for all those lost miles
There’s a cold front crossing the Midwest, I believe it’s Fargo bound
My head’s heavy as the fog that’s lifting from the ground

So don’t try and get hold of me; you know I’m out of range
I won’t come up on your radar, I’ll make your signals go strange
‘Round here the roads all lead somewhere, but somewhere really far
And the skies are the colour of a sunburst guitar

Sometimes your cards will come up, sometimes they’ll disappear
Sometimes they’ll lead you to the thing you long for the most
All the while the wheel is turning and just as soon as we’re here
We’re gone once more, and I’m searching for Buddy Holly’s ghost

There’s an angel in the rear-view, there’s a catcher in the rye
An apparition of innocence behind horn-rimmed eyes
And the cold front crosses the Midwest, I believe it’s Fargo bound
My head’s heavy as the plane that’s lifted from the ground

Sometimes your cards will come up, but no matter what you’ve got
I will always win the game but I’m not one to boast
And I’m reading your future outside a corner shop
And every night I’m haunted by Buddy Holly’s ghost
And every night I’m haunted by Buddy Holly’s ghost
And all my life I’m haunted by Buddy Holly’s ghost