Karman Kregloe EP
Lyrics
Credits
Come to the Front
You got grasping hands
You got your commands
Do you think you can knock me over?
I got a cement will
I got time to kill
You won't see me looking over my shoulder
Come to the front
Come to the front of the line
Come to the front
Come to the front of the line
You wanna find the fold
You wanna choke on gold
Like you are something so special
I got foreign lands
I got magic hands
Could tell you more, but that shit's confidential
Why don't you come to the front
Come to the front of the line
Come to the front
Come to the front of the line
So you're playing cold
Like you haven't shown
Me everything pent up inside you
And now you're all aflame
Won't be contained
Telling me how I incite you
Why don't you come to the front
Come to the front of the line
Come to the front
Come to the front of the line
Climbing the Vine
I was born to this
I didn't enlist
All these years flowing
Through my wrists
Swinging in trees
Nature's child
Free like a beast
Strange, beautiful, wild
Down in the hollow
the clock moves fast
If you seem like a stranger
Every move's a trespass
They come for you early
They prey on their kin
They hide behind the devil
And they name your sins
Now I'm climbing the vine
Down this hole
Climbing the vine
Out of my soul
So I got out quick
And I wouldn't look back
Ran for the jungle
Hid in mud and grass
Oh but the devil runs too
All over this world
His soldier's made a shell
Of this country girl
Came out hard
Had no home
Stabbing my veins
Breaking my own bones
So I hid myself
In those same old woods
A solitary life
Like a creature would
Now I'm climbing the vine
Down this hole
Climbing the vine
Out of my soul
Decades down
Every day the same
Til mother green medicine
whispered my name
Took me back to the jungle
Where my pieces converged
Tasted sweet green mama
Screaming life through my nerves
Now I'm climbing the vine
Outta this hole
Climbing the vine
Back to my soul
Deadwood Days
Borrow the car, take it into town
Give a ride, put the windows down
Wind past the hollows, and the open fields
Mean moonlight on the old windshield
Crossroads stop, you could always turn
Go up the mountain, watch the camp fires burn
Make for the river, and the foul moonshine
Or go back home for suppertime
Summer's ending, I'll be on my way
One last time before I leave this place
Let's go down to Deadwood Days
College kids are gone for now
Loaded locals lighting up this town
Someone's holding if you got the cash
You just feel older when you got your stash
After sundown, take a hit
Shops are closing for the main event
Cocaine sold at Books, Strings and Things
From the stage a lady starts to sing
Summer's ending, I'll be on my way
One last time before I leave this place
Let's go down to Deadwood Days
In the haze you see this girl you know
She's spinning circles in the second row
You kissed her once, a party game
She's in a dream as the guitar plays
You're flying now as you take her hand
She laughs, says watch out for her man
Pretend and spin like it's senior dance
His knife finds you, you never had a chance
Summer's ending, I'll be on my way
Into the night without a trace
They cut me down at Deadwood Days
Fire in the Walls
Old web maker watch our house fall down
Old web weaver see it tumble to the ground
Black and gold spider
Hanging outside by the sink
See her babies in the web
When we stoop down for a drink
Step into our parlor
If you wanna know the truth
People hanging on
Shingles falling from the roof
Well is freezing up
Roots are rotting down below
Ain't no baby Jesus
Gonna bath us in his glow
There's fire in the walls
This old shack is burning down
There's fire in the walls
And we're burning to the ground
Bobcat screaming
In the middle of the night
Rifle by the door
Even though it's locked up tight
Daddy's drinking beer
To keep himself from crying
Grandma's pulling morphine
Just to ease the pain of dying
People down the road
Lost everything they had
Try to think of them
So it's not so bad
Now the well is drying up
And the corn has gone to rot
Taxes on the farm
Taking everything we go
Mama doesn't think
She can take another day
Twenty goddamn years
They've been living this way
Sticks forks in the outlets
Got a plan all her own
She'll make a sign from up above
Nobody needs to know
Old web maker watch our house fall down
Old web weaver see it tumble to the ground
Hummingbird
It's been a long time
Yeah we both know
I had a hard time
Just letting you go
I used to feel you
Everywhere I'd go
Hoped to find you
But you never did show
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
Saw you go down
That crippling road
It like to kill me
Pulled the root of my soul
Now I pass time
Hoping no one else goes
It's a dark ride
Keeps every door closed
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
I ran a long way
From the place we know
I never could stay
Or let my true heart show
In the dreamtime
You touch my soul
In the meantime
I feel myself grow cold
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
Hummingbird
Are you calling me home?
All songs written by Karman Kregloe
Karman Kregloe: Vocals, Acoustic and Electric Guitar
Carla Patullo: Piano, Electric Guitar
Eric Edmond Vasquez: Lead. Electric, Acoustic and Bass Guitar
Doug Conlon: Mandolin, Banjo, Lap Steel, and Electric Guitar
Kathryn Lounsbery: Piano and Organ
Iain McNally: Electric and Bass Guitar
Tony Morra: Drums and Percussion