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in the twilighting

by Jacob Goins

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1.
I was out walking In the low humming breath of evening In the twilighting softly grieving, When a light caught my sight, my breathing, A splendor beyond words or conceiving. It was a certain kind of light; It was a one-time glory, A closeness for a while; Depth of color, brilliant lines, molten textured Clouds with gradient colored hues, Golden at the top, descending into blue. I thought of you, my friend. How we grew well, we shared our growing; We dreamt well, we grew without knowing, Unaware that there’d be no slowing The coming of the day of your going. ____ And we’ve drawn apart, O brother; And further we grow, And further we grow. Steady goes the sunlight, And steady comes A new time. And I’m singing farewell To a certain kind of light, To a one-time glory, To a closeness for a while.
2.
Green river wild, winding down through its narrow gorge, Wordless, no words can bear its pureness or prayerful roar. Rare is there one to hear its gentle and dreadful sound; The wakes of my paddle are the sole tracks of man around, And they vanish away, Away. And I cast little whirlpools, Growing and swerving down under, As lopsided tops, swirling, curling, Twisting out of time, And I ride on down. My flesh dwells in the current, its glory promptly swept; I wish to linger and to keep, but I am inept. I know no distance vast as between the Lord and I; He inhabits eternity, I inhabit time. Holy is the Lord God, Holy. And I cast little whirlpools, Growing and swerving down under, As lopsided tops, swirling, curling, Twisting out of time, And I ride on down.
3.
Treasured 02:48
Little baby, Loved more than any heart could carry, While yet to take a breath. Little darling, Beautiful like blue dawn light shining, Surrounded, treasured. Eyes closed for good, A weight more than any heart could carry, How now to take a breath? On this bleached, cold night, There’s one thing left that we have to hope: Take him carefully To your breast, O Lord.
4.
May it be known and remembered That the Lord never forgets His own. I have been young, and have grown old, Yet I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken. Each gloried day, by its gloaming, Marks its leaving, its time filled and gone. As the dusk fades, let us still wait; As we leave, let us lie down and rise in faith.
5.
I’m quiet in cloudy waiting, Assured of little but weaknesses Of faith and seeing; And I’m wanting only to be filled In this day. And I know you’re coming soon, But would you show me where you are right now? (in cloudy waiting) I’m craving the clouds of your returning, Assured of little but a strength Beyond faith and seeing; But I’m wanting only to be filled, I’m wanting only to be stilled In this day. I know you’re coming soon, But would you show me where you are right now? (in cloudy waiting) _____ I’m hopeful for the fruits of faithfulness, But they are slow in their growing, And I’m quick to accuse When heavy silence comes.

about

These are songs of the very last light of day; the hour of cold and dim; the time when one’s spirit yearns for the sun again with its riches of warmth and shimmering light. It’s a time of plaintive reminiscence; of placidness in the depth of shadow and imagination as the blanket of the night slowly begins to enfold. It’s a time for sighs. For a serene kind of mourning.
Dusk is the safe bed of grief. Its gentle light begs no solutions.

This is the follow up release to my EP, song of the city, both of which are about dusk. Though it only spans five songs, this crepuscular work was designed to be as robust as possible. I aimed to write as complete of a story as I could with only 5 songs. Twilight, after all, only lasts but a short time. Still, the hour is no less fulfilled for its brevity. I have attempted to accomplish the same concise fulfillment. My dear friend Micah Taylor terms this as a “short story”. I affectionately call it the same.
Dusk causes me to think of the end of beloved times. It causes me to think of seasons of life that fade much in the same way as the sun at the close of day. Our lives, indistinct in history, have their own way of seasons and are as impermanent as the autumn light. When leaving a beloved time behind, I find myself looking back with such fondness, and feeling no comfort from the post-sunset light; only a hollow chill that reaches to my bones as I realize that I don’t know what’s going to happen next. And yet, even in the somber light, I find the strength to hope again in the Lord, who is our only light, even when there’s little visible light before me. For what other hope do we have? It is hope in a strength which exists beyond faith and seeing. It is a mystery.
Mostly I still feel cold. And my prayers at this time most often end without resolution.
While dwelling at length upon these things, in the twilighting, I have found that dusk is no time for explanations. It’s a time for waiting.

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credits

released November 20, 2020

Produced by Joel Hamlin, Micah Taylor, Jacob Goins, and Hannah Wyatt

Engineered and mixed by Micah Taylor
Additional engineering by Joel Hamlin, Jacob Goins, and Dowell Gandy

Mastered by Dave Wilton at Coalesce Audio

Recorded January 2020 at Echo Mountain Recording, Asheville NC
Strings recorded in the Gaither Chapel, Montreat NC

Andrew Goins: upright bass
Hannah Wyatt: piano, vocals (tracks 01 and 05), timpani, glockenspiel, shaker
Jacob Goins: vocals, guitar
Jan Daugherty: viola
Jonlyn R. L. Siniard: violin
Marco Del Cid: drums

Strings arranged by Joel Hamlin

All songs written by Jacob Goins (ASCAP) with the exception of “Clouds of Waiting, Clouds of Returning”, written by Jacob Goins and Hannah Wyatt.

Photos by Jacob, Design by Joel Hamlin


THANK YOU:

Caleb Jones, this record would not have been created in any form if not for you. It is your earnest determination and faith that has made this piece of art possible. Thank you. Micah Taylor, I very much doubt that any one person has devoted as much loving and patient energy into this project as you have, my friend. By your work and kindness, this music has far surpassed my dreams for it. Joel (Alex) Hamlin, my long time collaborator and friend. Thank you for always going the extra mile with me to achieve the best result. If we were guitar builders, we’d be traveling the world together, doing whatever it takes to find the choicest wood, whether anybody noticed it or not. Your presence in this music is wondrously evident, in tune with its very heart, and it wouldn’t be the same without you. Hannah Wyatt, my first friend to share a song with. :) It’s a distinct honor to have your fingerprints on my music. You challenge me in the best of ways. I sincerely hope for much more shared work in the future. Andrew, my brother, and very oldest friend. Thank you for knowing my songs so intimately. You’re the rock. Without your humble support as a bass player, this record would’ve fallen apart on tracking day. I can’t express my gratitude enough. You’re more connected to my music than anyone. It’s a beautiful, graceful thing. Marco Del Cid, my dear friend, thank you for your enduring support of this music through your encouraging spirit and tasteful playing. It is truly a life-force. I’m so thankful for you. Dave Wilton, for always approaching each detail with such love and care, and for sharing your gifts and knowledge so generously.
Thank you also to Dowell Gandy, Kevin Auman, Pete Buchwald, Landon Tucker, Sienna Fitzpatrick, Sophia Geyer, Montreat College, and to my family.
And thank you Lauren, for supporting me with such kindness through it all. I couldn’t do it without you.

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Jacob Goins Brasstown, North Carolina

Jacob Goins is a poet who dresses his words in delicate melody, carefully designed. Born and raised in the Appalachians, Jacob fashions folk music that shares the gentleness, the rise and fall, and the golden peacefulness of the North Carolina mountains.

In every humble effort, he strives to make art that doesn’t sing over the quiet, but rather sings with it.
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