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To the Birds
04:46
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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
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Lead Guitar
05:36
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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
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3. |
Look Out (Doraville)
03:49
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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
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Crossin' Texas
04:15
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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
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Low Flyin' Planes
05:18
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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
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6. |
Too Cool for School
03:26
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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
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Holding Pattern
05:13
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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
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Dog Days
03:59
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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
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Pretty Long Time
05:19
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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
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10. |
Spent
03:44
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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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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. "Holidays in United States" out 4/7/23 on Cowboy Angel Music!
www.adam-klein.com
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