Discography


Quicksand

The September 2009 release of Quicksand marked Jake’s return to the recording industry, featuring all original music, strongly rooted in Traditional Jazz, Gospel, Ragtime, Folk and Blues.

It explores contemporary twists on popular music forms from decades ago. Listeners will note a dramatic shift away from the “neo-swing” style that characterized early recordings in favour of a more roots-oriented singer/song-writer approach.

The overall sound of Quicksand is relaxed and contemplative. The musical arrangements often involve reduced instrumentation, with some tracks featuring Jake on guitar and vocals alone. With such a mellow touch added to these compelling and eclectic songs, Quicksand marks the end of the Swing Punk persona of yesteryear, and the emergence of a new thoughtfulness and maturity that comes to anyone on a long journey back home.

In this album, Jake is strongly focused on presenting the singer-songwriter side of his work over and above the larger-than-life performer side. His new material will surely rekindle listeners’ love for his powerful songwriting, just as they were first inspired by his raucous antics a decade ago. Perhaps most importantly, Jake has returned to his roots.

Lyrics

1. Your Heart Belongs to You

2. Road Outta Hell

3. Wild One, Come by Me

4. Moses Heard the Calling

5. Stealin’ Away

6. Good morning, Jazzman!

7. Preacher’s got a Brother

8. Walkin’ in Quicksand

9. The Lost

10. The Jelly Song

11. Where Shall We Behold the Kingdom?

Verse One:
Listen please,
My darling Broadview baby;
I know you know that
I love you.
And you know it makes me sad
To see you so unhappy
And I see red when others
Leave you blue.
Leave you blue…

Chorus One:
Your Heart belongs to you
So to your Heart be true.
Something to remember
When your dreams and schemes
are shattered
Or fall like faded petals From a Roses’ withered bloom:
Your Heart belongs to you
Your Heart belongs to you

Verse Two:
Your own heart
Is sure to never leave you
In all the world
Your heart loves you the best
And even when you say You give your heart away
Still your heart keeps beating soft
Inside your gentle breast…

Chorus Two:
Your Heart Belongs to You.
So to your Heart be true.
And give your love out freely,
Darling, never worry,
That anyone might steal
your heart
Or break it all in two:
Your Heart Belongs to You.
Your Heart Belongs to You

I dedicate this song to you, (my dear,)
A song that’s soft and Blue:
Your Heart Belongs to You
Your Heart Belongs to You

1.
Black Bird, Black Bird,
Way up in the sky,
When you turn a lazy circle
Will you turn a blind eye?
Don’t you tell no one you saw me
At the corner five and dime,
With a naggin’ notion floatin’
In the corner of my mind

I hear the Black Bird singin,,
“Who mills these chains?”
I hear the Black Bird cryin’,
“Who fans these flames?”
And the riddle of the Black Bird,
Is a secret in itself,
‘Bout a drowsy Purgatory
And the road outta hell

Chorus:
So Long Pappy,
So Long
When you wake up in the mornin’
I’ll be done long gone
When the Frog in the rushes
Sings a rusty bagatelle,
I’ll be walkin’ like a Texan
On the road outta hell

2.
Hey, Brother Badger,
Who’s that calling me?
From the gravel, in the shadows,
From the thistles in the weeds?
In the song of the Cicada
In the flabby summer heat?
In the dust devils spinnin’
In the middle of the street?

Hey Brother Badger,
Tell me is it true?
Are there ghosts in the alley?
Are there angels on the roof?
Does the wind in the pines really whisper, “Fare thee well?”
Does a long crooked bough point
To the road outta hell?

Chorus

3.
Badger tell the Black Bird
Sittin’ in a tree
About a dime store dreamer
And a dark epiphany
Come the break of the dawn, there’ll be
One less sleepy soul
To stumble in the darkness,
Or to flounder in the coals

Badger hear the Black Bird
Singin’ in the pines
A song about a schemer
And a race against time.
In the still of the mornin’
You can hear the angels yell
Wakin’ up the dreamers
On the Road outta hell

1.
In the town I left behind
There’s a sad and weary tree, Lord,
That bends beneath the weight of 10,000 restless days.
The wind moved her branches
And she whispered to me,
“Wild one, I wait on you
To ramble back my way.”

“You can wear a crown
Of leaves and tangled vine
And lean on me, as if I were
The sturdy, rugged cross
And you can lose yourself
In the town you left behind
Wild one, come lose yourself
And never be lost.”

Chorus “Wild one, come by me
And rest in my shade
Can’t you see, I’ve been so lonely
Ever since you’ve been away?
Wild one, come by me
And sing me a song
Of places that you’ve been to
Ever since you have been gone.”

2. So slowly I walked up To a sad and weary tree She bent down and touched me With a single green tress. And I was over come by fear And I tried to break free But I was brought down to my knees By a great emptiness.

(And she said,)
“You might wear a crown
Of thorns that choke the vine
And beg for your salvation
On your knees before the cross
But you’ll never really leave
The town you left behind
Wild one, go on and run,
Your dreams are all but lost.”

Chorus

1. Verse
Moses heard the callin’
Someone callin’ his name
Calling from the mountain
Someone callin’ his name
A bush that was burning
But not consumed by the flame
Moses heard the callin’
Someone callin’ his name.

Chorus
(It said,)
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
For now and forever,
In a world without end
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
In all that’s unfolding,
Forever Amen

2. Verse
Within and without him
There’s someone callin’ his name
And all things that surround him
There’s someone callin’ his name
A bush that was burning
But not consumed by the flame
Moses heard the callin’
Someone callin’ his name.

Chorus 2
(It said,)
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
For now and forever,
In a world without end
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
In all that’s unfolding,
Forever Amen

(It said,)
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
I am that I am, that I am.
I am that I am, that I am, that I am
In all that’s unfolding,
Forever Amen

3. Verse
Within you without you
There’s someone callin’ his name
And all things all things that surround you
There’s someone callin’ his name
A bush that is burning
But not consumed by the flame
Moses heard the callin’
Someone callin’ his name.

1.
I had a girl
who held me close when we went dancin’
Muskoka green eyes
Deep and shining bright
Like sunlight skippin’
On a shimmy pond

Stealin’ away, She done went stealin’ away
Her breath on my neck Left me knock out narcoleptic
Woke up with the rain to find out She was gone

Fat sloppy drops fall Soft and warm as blood
A lifetime of tears a pourin’ down
On the ground here all at once

Chorus
Stealin’ away, She done went stealin’ away
Wish I was the lover, The man who moves her
And holds her at the end of the day Wish we was stealin’ away

2.
Restin’ these dogs On the seventh story balcony
With an old stack of wax From way, way back
And a record player
to keep me company

Stealin’ away, Wish I was stealin’ away
See them searchlights in the sky Sweep across the night
Wonder what they’re lookin’ for…

Somethin’ in that man of hers Stirs that woman deep
A black cat bone or a pheromone Calling her away from me

Chorus

Wish we was stealin’ away
Wish we was stealin’ away
Wish we was stealin’ away

Hey Man! I wanna play the morning like a Jazzman
I wanna lay my groove on the afternoon
And on the dinnertime too.
I wanna work my hands and fingers
On the smooth keys of a china blue dusk.
I wanna touch the cool night and make it so it’s
Ringin’ and singin’ out
Don’t you know it

I’ll tell you what:
I wanna play the hours like a Jazzman!
And make every minute I get
Into a bop-rhythm minuet!
Now check this out:
The moment is my mouthpiece: I am my own trombone!
And the true player knows: There are no wrong notes
And the harmony comes from how you come to hear it.
Can you dig it?

Hey Man!
I wanna play the days like a Jazzman!
From the sweet yellow greens and young blush of spring,
Into the deep chill of the Long night
And then I still wanna be blowing and doing my thing
And come the wee sleepy hours Some notes might play sour,
And the song might be sad
But the cats in the band
Are gonna lay it down,
True fine and solid gone.
Don’t cha know it?

And, Man, When Brother Sol comes creepin’
And, all over again, it’s mornin’,
You know,
I wanna play the days like a Jazzman plays!
My craft is superb execution:
My music is a life worth livin’

That’s right!
I wanna play the morning like a Jazzman!
I wanna play the morning like a Jazzman!

Good morning Jazz Man!
Jazz man, how do you do?

Well, in the Gospel Congregation
There’s a Holy Roller preacher
Who looks so fine and handsome
When he speaks the word of God
And when he gets into reelin’
Every mother, dame and maiden
Kinda gets a funny feelin’
like they’re all tied up in knots

But that preacher man is a righteous soul
He don’t sing and he don’t dance and he don’t mess around.
And if that breaks your heart, there’s a thing that you should know;
Preacher’s got a Brother on the Dark Side of town

Chorus:
And I say, “Hallelujah! Preacher’s got a brother,
And I might not get to Heaven, but you know I’m glory bound!”
And I say “Hallelujah! Preacher’s got a brother!
Preacher’s got a brother on the Dark side of town!”

Now, every Sunday Morning,
In that Gospel Congregation
There’s a sweet young thing whose smilin’
Like she did the night before.
‘Cause when she goes out a reelin’
And when she gets into rocking
All that fussin’ and commotion
Feels like Praising the lord!

And she loves to hear that Sweet Chariot,”
The choir sings, the chorus rings, “Rock of ages cleft for me.”
And if that’s not enough to save your very soul
Preacher’s got a brother who can rock you tenderly!!

Mamma tried to tell me so
Papa tried to tell me the same
Runnin’ in the dark like a midnight rambler
(Is) sure to be a dangerous game

But I had a hunger for glory
And pleasure, and fortune and fame
So I took to catting in the dim velvet alleys
With a longing like a runaway train

Now I’m walkin’ in quicksand
And I’m sinking slowly into the ground
Yes I’m walkin’ in quicksand
And I’m going down. Yes I’m going down

Oh, Darlin’, will you forgive me
Forgive me for the things that I done:
The promises broke and the lies that I told
And the dreams left to rot in the sun?

Oh, Darlin’, will you please tell me:
Tell me how it come down to this?
Am I so possessed? So sadly obsessed?
Undone by a sweet little kiss?

Chorus 1
A song for the lost
A song for the desperate ones
Who dance like shadows on the wall.
Like the ghosts you can’t touch
And the dreams you forget
And the things you can’t believe in anymore.

Verse 1
A song for the ink slinging
Sons of old sailors
Who relish the pain
As they stab at themselves.
Whose flesh is a canvas
Of toxin and anger
Whose skin is a window
That looks on to hell

Who sit in the cafes
And carefully bleed
As they look through the faces
Of each passerby And it takes all they got
Not to let slip a scream:
“These are the marks
That condemn you and I!”

Chorus 2
Just like the lost
Just like the desperate ones
Who dance like shadows on the wall.
Like the ghosts you can’t touch
And the dreams you forget
And the things you can’t believe in anymore.

Verse 2
A song for the young one
Who brags how she flies
As she tumbles and falls
To the street like a stone
And a song for the few
Who remember her name
And pick her remains
From the cuts in the road

She laughs about dying,
But she’s scared to be lonely
So she dreams up a lover
To cradle her hand
As the darkness seeps in
From the cracks in the corners
And blocks out the sunlight,
She waits for the end

Chorus 2

Verse 3
And those who envy
What it means to be Lost
Or covet the untold
And tormented streets
Craving the solace
Of a heroin solstice
Who strike a stark pose,
The small and naive

They will come to know nothing,
As there’s nothing to know
Except that the craving
Is ugly and vast.
And their bellies will wrench
And they’ll wish to their soul
That they had not ever
Once envied the lost

Chorus 1

Verse 1
It’s a quarter past dinnertime
and I got me this plan,
To call and place an order
With my sweet Suzanne!
I’ll tell her, baby you can cook it
Like no other gal can
Let me be your ever-lovin’ huggin’
Big Hungry Man!

Chorus
But don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
I know the other fellers
Like to eat at your counter,
But Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!

But don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Deliveries are easy
And the skillet’s hot and greasy,
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!

Verse 2
I love her shortbread biscuits
And her raspberry jam
I love to lick the shine right off of her
Honey glazed ham
Gimme Coney Island Red Hots!
Fry ‘em up in the pan
And add a heapin’ helpin’ of
My sweet Suzanne!

Chorus
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
You got a whole lot o’ goodies
In the downstairs pantry
So don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!

Verse 3
She’s got a big pumpernickel, brother, That’s no Lie!
And if you don’t wanna eat it,
She’ll find some other guy
‘Cause if she opened up a diner,
They’d be standing in line,
Shoutin’ hey Suzie, baby, Now, Oh, My My…

Chorus
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
See the butter meltin’
On dat hot corn muffin?
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!

But don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!
I know the other fellers
Like to eat at your counter,
But Don’tcha spread that Jelly Too Thin!

“Where shall we behold the kingdom?”
The wise are said to wonder.
They set their eyes
On distant skies,
And mountains overhead.
But look you not from here to there,
Neither look you yonder:
The Kingdom is within you, children;
That’s what Jesus said

“Where shall we behold the Kingdom?”
The wise are heard to wonder.
Their musing dreams Are rushing streams,
That ramble through their heads.
But heed you not the reckless rush,
Of thoughts that brood and ponder
“Be still and know that I am God,”
So the Bible Says

Press, Snippets

“Jake Hiebert’s latest disc is a guided tour of vintage song styles of the thirties and forties. But while the streets are familiar, the addresses are new, and they often bring a fresh sparkle to the old neighbourhoods. There’s a gospel tune performed in jubilee quartet style, a dark shabby waltz from a Weimar cabaret, and a song or two that would be right at home in the Cotton Club. Hiebert serves the blues raw and with a suave piano trio, and includes a couple of songs that mine the same vein of comic innuendo as his underground classic, The Girl in the Pink Canoe . A leaping bebop number (anchored by George Koller) blows hot in the instrumental choruses, cool in the spoken-word verses. The whole disc is beautifully written and performed, with some of the best sidemen in Toronto.”
Robert Everett-Green, Globe and Mail

“… Like a fine wine or aged Bourbon, Big Rude Jake just gets better with time. Eclectic? Hell yes. Original? Even more so. In his punk cabaret days, it would have been easier to overlook the talent of Big Rude Jake in light of the spectacle and energy of his live shows, but Big Rude Jake has come fully into his own. Outstanding songwriting, sublime musicianship, and the sort of force majeure personality it takes to be a star are all elements of Quicksand. The album is full of difficult musical choices, and Big Rude Jake and his band nail almost every one. Jazz, blues rockabilly, punk and gospel all come together (sometimes in the same song) in ways you can’t imagine on Quicksand. Lucky for us, Big Rude Jake could imagine it, and make it happen.”
Wildy’s World

“…Big Rude Jake’s album Quicksand hardly ever leaves my player. And I drive for a living, … just let it play over and over..it is Canadian classic music, with a nice Leon Redbone kinda twist to it!”

“All I can say is: wow. This is a POWERHOUSE album.
There’s a greater range of sounds this time, with some tracks using a limited instrumentation (and highlighting Jake’s own excellent guitar playing). Jake’s songwriting has always been amazing, but it’s evolved by leaps and bounds… the songs on Quicksand are absolutely scintillating, both melodically and lyrically. As ever, it’s music that refuses to be pigeon-holed, running a range through blues, rockabilly, jazz and hard rock… sometimes combining all of them in one song. Think Cab Calloway meets Jim Morrison… and you’ll still fall short.
If you haven’t tried Big Rude Jake yet, this is the place to start. Do NOT hesitate. If you like jazzy, infectious, intelligent music, you simply won’t do any better. Be there first, before the rest of the world discovers this guy.”
Amazon


All songs written by Big Rude Jake

Executive Producer: Jake Hiebert aka Big Rude Jake
Producer: Gary Justice
Arrangements: Big Rude Jake, Gary Justice
Recording & Mixing: Gary Justice, Jamieson Elliot
**Co-Writing: Gary Justice
Mastering: Peter Moore
Musicians: Big Rude Jake, Gary Justice, George Koller, Howard Moore, Vito Rezza, Gabe Lee, Nathan Hiltz, Dennis Keldie, Paul Packanowski, Robi Botos, Jake Chisholm, Richard Underhill, William Sperandei, Steve Donald, Tim Posgate, Jeff Wilson, Maureen Brown
Backup vocals: Saidah Baba Talibah, Gary Justice, Jasmine Jones, Dionne Wilson

**credit by contractual obligation



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