Low Flyin' Planes

by Adam Klein

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The sonic follow-up to "Sky Blue DeVille", Klein's seventh album, "Low Flyin' Planes", was produced by longtime collaborator Bronson Tew and features Crash Cason on guitar, Matt Patton (Drive-By Truckers) on bass, Eric Carlton (Jimbo Mathus) on keys, Kell Kellum (Young Valley) on pedal steel, Stuart Cole (ex-Squirrel Nut Zippers) on upright bass, Will McCarley and Tew on drums, and other tasteful players delivering ten new songs colored by Klein's signature warm and engaging voice.

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released March 1, 2019

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Bronson Tew @ Dial Back Sound (Water Valley, MS)
Produced by Bronson Tew

All songs written by Adam Klein
© ℗ 2019 Broken Hill Songs (ASCAP)

Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals
Eric Carlton- keys
Crash Cason- electric guitar
Stuart Cole- upright bass
Anne Freeman- harmony vocals
Kell Kellum- pedal steel, electric guitar
Schaefer Llana- harmony vocals
Will McCarley- drums
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums, acoustic and electric guitars, harmony vocals
Hank West- horns

Cover art photograph by Jeff Shipman (jeffshipman.com)
Art layout and design by Jason Harwell

In memory of Paul Ford & John Davy

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Adam Klein Athens, Georgia

Adam Klein is a singer/songwriter playing folk, folk rock, Americana, and West African Mande-inspired music out of Atlanta via Athens, GA. Klein's 7th album, "Low Flyin' Planes" was released on 3/1/19.

Klein releases his music on his Cowboy Angel Music label.

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Track Name: To the Birds
Will I never leave?
am i here to stay?
will the open road the one I rode
ever come back my way

I’m rich in certain things
can’t put your finger on
now my prime is passin’ by
memories are nearly gone

*I’m playin to the birds at the windowside
will satisfaction ever find me?
playin to the birds at the windowside

If we could be amused
if we could grow immune
a simple truth for me & you
a January hymn in June

So careless we come
so thoughtless we throw
all our hopes and all our lives
small coins into melting snow

*I’m playin to the birds at the windowside
will satisfaction ever find me?
playin to the birds/ at the windowside

Now won’t you sing for me a song
on wings & harps and lyres
jumping from the grasses to the trees
all we ever are/ all our desires
now as we’ve begun/ making patterns round the sun
patterns and motion/ patterns and motion
Track Name: Lead Guitar
Well the lead guitar in a rock n roll band
said I ain’t gonna slug it out man
with these fools on the road and their dreams made of sand

Well the players come and the players go
I thank them all after the show
With a couple of beers and some pictures of Abraham

The songs are callin for tremolo
rhythm section and a piano
couple of horns and some sweet harmony
but I’m just playin (here) all alone
in some little coffee shop or here in my home
nobody knows the songs I have to sing

Hard to say how a simple song
can find ya walkin down a highway alone
in a cold heavy dawn with a gasoline can

Or north of Paris sittin in a cell
ya think I’m fallin baby I already fell
been crawlin thru this land on my knees and on my hands

The songs are callin for tremolo
Rhythm section and a piano
couple of horns and some sweet harmony
but I’m just playin (here) all alone
in some little coffee shop or here in my home
nobody knows the songs I have to sing

I’ll never stop/ no I’ll get by
no I’ll never stop if I never fly
If I never fly
Track Name: Look Out (Doraville)
Look out Doraville
gonna loiter on your avenues
Buford Highway will be my drag

If there’s an outbreak or chemical warfare
I’ll be by the Center for Disease Control

*Gimme a little bit of sunshine/ a little bit of rain
gimme peace & quiet by the clackin of the trains

Used to be a simple life
neck ‘a woods in the countryside
with a river and a corner store

Now the city’s of a different mind
reachin out reachin wide
ya blink and its at your door

*Gimme a little bit of sunshine little bit of rain
little peace & quiet by the clackin of the trains

Don’t let me be your broken one ... la da da da
may this chain never come undone ... la da da da
we’ll be jumpin fences til we’re old & gone
Track Name: Crossin' Texas
Don’t want no dollar knockin down my door anymore
tell me what’s a dollar for
got me laid out on the floor
(gives me) grief down in my bones
they’re gonna repossess my soul

Take my records you can take my books
take away my good looks
I got this car and this old guitar
yeah that’s about all / they’re gonna repossess my soul

Already taken already won
it’s spoken and it’s gone
it’s crossin Texas in the sun it’s goin down Highway 61

Well I’ve been busted/ I’ve been high
ain’t it strange to be alive
now my head is hanging low
can’t know which way to go
they’re gonna repossess my soul

Tell you something don’t feel right
it’s a kind of hard knocks life
but I got my fingers/ I got my toes
they’re gonna repossess my soul

Already taken already won
it’s spoken and it’s gone
it’s crossin Texas in the sun it’s goin down Highway 61
Track Name: Low Flyin' Planes
Low flyin’ planes
one fast move and you’re on the ground
keep it smooth or you’re burnin down
everybody knows the sound
of low flyin’ planes

Pilot closes his eyes
after all it’s computerized
how you touch ground is a surprise
the chances we take in our lives
on low flyin’ planes

And we turn it all on a dime/ no rhyme or reason
spinnin’ compass on a long decline
outta touch with the season

It’s happened before/ there’s a pattern at your front door
and it follows you down into your core
those deep dark depths you don’t explore
even on low flyin’ planes

So the history goes
the tide ebbs and the high tide flows
you reap the very things you have sowed
so I’m treadin’ water in cold seas alone
like a low flyin’ plane

And we turn it all on a dime/ no rhyme or reason
spinnin’ compass on a long decline
out of touch with the season
so outta touch with the season
Track Name: Too Cool for School
We were down at Hendershot’s/ we were having a final round
give it everything we got/ playin to an empty crowd

And all the kids at the 40 Watt/ dancin to the next big sound
tight jeans & bubblegum hair/ hands in their pockets with an empty stare

*Too cool for school
I’m not too cool for school
and I know I’ll never be cool like you

They’re comin out of the country bars/ drinkin whiskey and PBR
songs about tractors songs about trucks/ hard living and harder luck

You raise a glass and the Dixie flag/ yeah you shout out about the pride you have
but it’s got no purpose & it’s got no soul/ poor little cousin to rock n roll

*Too cool for school
(I’m not) too cool for school
and I know I’ll never be cool like you

Amazon or Panama when ya gonna break free
the apple never seems to fall too far from the tree

Too cool for school
(i’m not) too cool for school
and I know I’ll never be cool like you
Track Name: Holding Pattern
Not much has changed since we last wrote
the world’s on a chain reaction since the first words were spoken
tired of workin so hard/ they’re drawing the blinds & closing up shop
the scraps of a song remind me of the awful things that I have wrought

I know it sounds like the same old rain
but tell me how’s the wind upon your brow
we were wide-eyed kids but we’re older now

*Sometimes we circle like a vulture/ circle like a dove
the hand that wages war is a hand that loves
you’re just a minor moon in the rings of Saturn
and I can’t get out of this holding pattern

Not much to say/ throw my cards down by the highway
if ya had a little faith/ but it’s been shaken since the old days
We could talk about the plains/ yeah I’ll tell ya about a man by the train yard
things were going his way/ but he lost his wife & he lost his car

Well he sees them come & and the seasons go
he’s thinkin about the wind upon her brow
he was a wide-eyed kid but he’s older now

*Sometimes we circle like a vulture/ circle like a dove
the hand that wages war is a hand that loves
you’re just a minor moon in the rings of Saturn
and I can’t get out of this holding pattern
Track Name: Dog Days
Hung up on Cain & Abel
stuck on Bourbon Street
at your safe kitchen table
sink into the rocks beneath your feet

No need to go & wander
everything can be seen
in your mind that’s technicolor
on flat screens vicariously

I once was out there with you
in your mud & your streams
now distance empty imposition
haunts my waking dreams

I can hardly sense the surface
how quickly all can fade
the sunlight on your body
the cool refreshing shade

*Are you still burning when the fire goes out?
tell me how to make it through the dog days
hang it up or let it wear you out
I’ll take your word if you’ll say it

A facade that’s cracked & broken
it’s just a set the craftsman made
we were wrong to buy it
foolish to be afraid

Hands thrust in empty pockets
it’s a slow unsteady pace
the tin man and the soldier
in a back alley embrace

Is there a wise man or a prophet
is there a seer or a sheik
that can give strength to a lion
that’ll fortify the weak

*Are you still burning when the fire goes out?
tell me how to make it through the dog days
hang it up or let it wear you out
I’ll take your word if you’ll say it
Track Name: Pretty Long Time
Haven’t seen the stars in a pretty long time
been a pretty long time gone

I wonder where you are/ is life treatin you kind
been a pretty long time gone

*You’re my brother but I can’t say
I’ve been there for you through it all
it’s just a badness I can’t explain
but I’ll meet you at the bottom if you fall

Well are we not lost/ what might we find
we’ve been a pretty long time gone

Waitin’ for a purpose/ hopin’ for a sign
been a pretty long time gone

*You’re my brother but I can’t say
I’ve been there for you through it all
it’s just a badness I can’t explain
but I’ll meet you at the bottom if you fall

Summer rain come wash away my fears
holy water’s gonna wash away my tears

I’ve been tryin’ but it gets so awful lonely
when you’re standing out in the open plain
so forgive me if I seem a little low down
there’s an avalanche comin my way I’m afraid
there’s an avalanche comin my way

Haven’t seen the stars in a pretty long time
been a pretty long time gone
Track Name: Spent
Spent all my money spent all my time
spent all my favors spent all my rhymes

I bought a record i bought some books
oh I never gave back all the things that I took
I’m spent feel like giving in

I drove to the city i drive to the bay
I still believe that I’ll make it someday

I followed a carrot/ I’m a rabbit in heat
I lay down in the steam coming up from the street
I’m spent/ feel like giving in

I’m carved and I’m grizzled/ still out on the road
it’s hard to account for the seeds that I sowed

No solace for the selfish/ no means to an end
no way to squelch this fire burning within
I’m spent/ feel like giving in

I hear Vic Chesnutt flirtin w/ death
only a sad Peter Pan and Betty Lonely are left
I’m shippin out this is my sorry escape
the pied piper in rags til my expiration date
I’m spent feel like giving in

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