Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals
Eric Carlton- keys
Stuart Cole- bass
Bronson Tew- drums, electric guitar, harmonies

LYRICS:
You got me goin on a wild goose chase 
locked me out of my own place 
gone gone where have you gone

Travelin round this world again 
hear your voice but it’s growin thin 
it's gone gone where have you gone

I wanna feel you in a foreign land 
feel so weak i can hardly stand 
so long so long so long so long

Your sweet skin pressed up against mine 
Achilles heel kills me every time 
confusion in love/ confusion and love

If I ever say I’m sorry will you hold back the tears from cryin 
heaven knows i’ve known heartbreak 
still I fear I’ll feel alone

And every night when I dream a dream 
she comes to me naked and willing 
and I fall for her again

She lights candles on a Friday night 
her small hands dancing to the light 
singing queen queen oh your majesty

When we parted in the village rain 
we drew near and whispered and sang 
taxi took you away and in a blur you were gone

I thought I saw ya in Central Park 
babe you shook me to the bone 
wherever I may walk I fear I’ll feel alone

If I ever say I’m sorry will you hold back the tears from cryin 
heaven knows I’ve known heartbreak 
still I fear I’ll feel alone

Wild Goose Chase

From Adam Klein's "Archer's Arrow", releases 9/22/15.
www.adam-klein.com

CREDITS:
Recorded by Jason Eshelman @ Sonic Research Facility (Nicholson, GA) 
Additional recording by Bronson Tew at the Klein Residence (Athens, GA) and Dial Back Sound (Water Valley, MS) 
Produced, mixed, and mastered by Bronson Tew @ Dial Back Sound

Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals 
Jason Eshelman- drums 
Andy Pope- bass 
David Weiglein- electric guitar 
Bronson Tew- electric guitar

"Radar Man":
If you should see upon the street 
A man equipped with dipole feet 
With a family of curves trailing behind 
He’s a radar man with a micro mind

His eyes take on a neon gleam 
His ears extend to yogi beam 
His mouth becomes another pulse gate 
His heart pumps blood at a video rate

With a micro second and a micro wave 
And micro volts he fills his days 
And thereby in the course of time 
He becomes a micro-mind

This radar man with the passing of years 
Attained an infinite impedance between his ears 
And finally succumbed to a heavy jolt 
When he got what he thought was a micro volt

The doc looked up from his microscope 
Turned to his colleagues and softly spoke 
No trace of a brain can I find 
He’s a radar man with a micro-mind

With a micro second and a micro wave 
And micro volts he fills his days 
And thereby in the course of time 
He becomes a micro-mind

Lyrics adapted from a poem by Dr. George Plutchok.

Radar Man

Days To Come

From "Dugu Wolo", recorded in Bamako, Mali. Adam Klein's first 'world music' album, featuring traditional West African Mande instrumentation and songs in the Bambara language.

Djon Si Sekote

From "Wounded Electric Youth" (2010). Americana folk-pop featuring Randall Bramblett (keys and sax), Lera Lynn (vocals), Carlton Owens (drums), AJ Adams (electric guitar, bass), and other fine Athens, Georgia-based players.

Tired Afternoon (Out for Love)

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

LYRICS:
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)

carved and I’m grizzled still out on the road
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
pied piper in rags til my expiration date
i’m spent feel like giving in

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

LFP Final Master

Spent

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

LYRICS:
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 thru 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 on a sign
been a pretty long time gone

*You’re my brother but I can’t say
I’ve been there for you thru 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 your 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

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Pretty Long Time

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

LYRICS:
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
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 hows the wind upon yr 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 the hand that loves 
yr just a minor moon in the rings of saturn
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 the hand that loves 
yr just a minor moon in the rings of saturn
I can’t get out of this holding pattern

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Holding Pattern

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

LYRICS:
We were down at Hendershot’s/ we were having a final round
give it everything we got/ playin to an empty crowd

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
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

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Too Cool For School

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

LYRICS:
low flyin planes
one fast move and yr on the ground
keep it smooth or yr 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
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 w/ the season

it’s happened before there’s a pattern at yr front door
and it follows you down into yr 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 w/ the season
so outta touch w/ the season

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Low Flyin' Planes

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

LYRICS:
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 my 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 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

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Crossin' Texas

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

LYRICS:
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 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 now I’ll get by
no I’ll never stop if I never fly
If I never fly

All songs written by Adam Klein
(c) 2018 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; guitar
Matt Patton- bass
Parisa Sarfehjoo- violin
Bronson Tew- drums; guitars; background vocals
Will McCarley- drums

Lead Guitar

LYRICS:
Will I never leave/ I don’t believe I’ll 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 yr finger on
now my prime is passin by 
memories are nearly gone

*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
ooh patterns and motion/ ooh patterns and motion

To The Birds

Athens, Georgia singer/songwriter's fifth record and debut with new band, Adam Klein & The Wild Fires.

www.adam-klein.com


03 Days to Come

I take it I won’t get run-over
I take it I can find some clothes
I take it I won’t be forgotten / every once in a while ya get a bloody nose
I take it / I take it on faith

I take it I can keep it simple
it’s the only way I know
I take it if I don’t get better then baby I’ll never grow
I take it / I take it on faith

I take it we’ll stay together
I take it I will not stray
I take it we’ll have some children and somehow make it through the fray
I take it / I take it on faith

i take it I can live much better
I take it I can do more good
I take it I can make a friend and lend a hand in the neighborhood
I take it on a little hard work and faith 

I take it I’m gonna weather
any storm that comes my way
I take it the love we make is gonna come back to us one of these days
I take it i take it on faith

I take it i can find my people
there’s a home for me I’m sure
through the noise and the clouds and the din yes I probably been there before 
I take it / I take it on faith

I take it there’s a higher power
set the world upon a course
I take it that the smallest flower holds a key to the universe
I take it on faith

I take it that all this hatred
I take it that all this strife
is gonna be worked out one day on a field with guns and knives
I take it / I take it on faith

I take it there’s always tomorrow
and tomorrow’s gonna be today
I take it that goodness and graciousness are gonna have the final say
I take it / I take it on faith

I take it that it’s all been said and done
and done and said before
writ upon the rocks and sand and the ice and dirt and the ocean floor
I take it / I take it on faith

Recorded at Dial Back Sound (Water Valley, Mississippi) 
Engineered, produced, mixed & mastered by Bronson Tew. 

Additional recording, mixing and mastering by Bronson Tew at Sleepers Mountain (Portland, Oregon) 

Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals 
Eric Carlton- piano 
Crash Cason- electric guitar 
Matt Patton- bass 
Bronson Tew- drums, electric guitars, harmony vocals 

All songs written by Adam Klein 
© ℗ 2020 Broken Hill Songs (ASCAP) 

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

www.adam-klein.com

Take It (On Faith)

Saw you standing on the stairway/ lookin back at me
little lion little tiger/ pretty little thing
just a creature of the kudzu/ innocent and clean
little lion little tiger/ pretty little thing

*And there’s never ever any time/ runnin’ from place to place
and I wonder if ya understand/ there’s one thing I’d like to say
didn’t mean to take your life away

So we’re rulers of a kingdom we never devised
holding fast to a mystery we’ll never conquer or divide
on a whim on a whimsey you can hardly believe
but our touch and our instinct it could kill anything

*And there’s never ever any time/ runnin’ from place to place
and I wonder if ya understand/ there’s one thing I’d like to say
didn’t mean to take your life away

Wish I could see you next year/ pick yourself up off the ground
but all things disappear
one bad move and it’s nearly over/ all those things I could have showed ya
walks in the park/ I would’ve warmed up to you
and afternoons in the backyard/ yeah I woulda warmed up to you
coulda been a pair a style an item / coulda been a pair a style an item

Saw you standing on the stairway/ lookin back at me
little lion little tiger/ pretty little thing
just a creature of the kudzu/ innocent and clean
little lion little tiger/ pretty little thing

Recorded at Dial Back Sound (Water Valley, Mississippi) 
Engineered, produced, mixed & mastered by Bronson Tew. 

Additional recording, mixing and mastering by Bronson Tew at Sleepers Mountain (Portland, Oregon) 

Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals 
Crash Cason- electric guitar 
Jay Gonzalez- organ, mellotron
Matt Patton- bass
Bronson Tew- drums, electric guitars, harmony vocals 

All songs written by Adam Klein 
© ℗ 2020 Broken Hill Songs (ASCAP) 

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

www.adam-klein.com

Little Tiger

Will I lose my mind
will I ever go straight
rock & rollin’ in between the lines
we’re only tempting fate

May be halfway to heaven
going at this rate
not much to show even though
we took the tackle and the bait

*Oh the lights are shining all around you
god knows nothing’s overdue
but you are my baby
and our love will see us through
yes you are my baby
and I’m making my way back to you

When I call upon the elders 
they say have a little faith
maybe we’ll be a little better off 
sometime in a future age

So I’ll strum a little guitar 
in the quiet of the night
what’s wrong what’s right it’s fall or flight 
baby I just wanna treat you right

*Oh the lights are shining all around you
god knows nothing’s overdue
but you are my baby
and our love will see us through
yes you are my baby
and I’m making my way back to you

Goin’ back home 
I walk alone
through these lazy days of life
Lookin’ back on the times we had
we drew circles around the world 
like migration birds

Recorded at Dial Back Sound (Water Valley, Mississippi) 
Engineered, produced, mixed & mastered by Bronson Tew. 

Additional recording, mixing and mastering by Bronson Tew at Sleepers Mountain (Portland, Oregon) 

Adam Klein- acoustic guitar, vocals 
Jay Gonzalez- wurlitzer 
Bronson Tew- bass, drums, acoustic and electric guitars, harmony vocals 

All songs written by Adam Klein 
© ℗ 2020 Broken Hill Songs (ASCAP) 
www.adam-klein.com

Halfway To Heaven

Acoustic demos for upcoming album projects.
(c) 2013 Broken Hill Songs (ASCAP)

Acoustic guitar, vocals- Adam Klein
Acoustic and electric guitars, harmony vocals- Megan McCormick
Songs #1-3 Recorded by Ben Holst @ Studio 800 East in Atlanta, GA
"When the Iron Glows Red", "A Fortune to Give" and "Volcano Queen" recorded by Bronson Tew in Adam's living room..
Photo by Jamie DeRevere

Naduah from 2008's "Western Tales & Trails"
AJ Adams on dobro

Tired Afternoon from 2010's "Wounded Electric Youth"
feat. Randall Bramblett on piano; Raphael McGregor on electric guitar & more

www.adam-klein.com


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Americana, country/folk, and folk-rock singer/songwriter. Latest release is the "Little Tiger: Outtakes from Low Flyin' Planes" EP.

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