Low Flyin' Planes

by Adam Klein

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1.
04:46
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
2.
05:36
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
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
8.
03:59
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
9.
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
10.
03:44
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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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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