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

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