Tumbleweed Symphony

by ANN KLEIN

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1.
He was the tango wrangler of 1952 He had ricochet spurs and gold toe boots A decorated hero in WWII and he Loved to sport his patent leather shoes TANGO WRANGLER TANGO WRANGLER He liked to rope em herd em hold em down and wrap em in his fist Dance around in circles maybe do a little twist Inside outside kicking up the dust He had a way with the ladies and the ladies had the lust TANGO WRANGLER TANGO WRANGLER I drive up to see him every now and then he tells me stories from way back when The first urban cowboy ever recognized Still has the campfire burning in his eyes TANGO WRANGLER TANGO WRANGLER He was the king of the saddle western way Loping with the lasso to the rhythms of the day Ranching put some money in his pocket Dancing made his soul sky rocket TANGO WRANGLER TANGO WRANGLER
2.
Start A Fire 03:32
Old cracked mud staring me down Dust from the dogs stirring up the ground Wind sings me a high lonesome song I better see you babe before too long Open up your ears to the choir of the dirt Ain’t nothing better being close to earth Listen to the tumbleweed symphony What soothes your head is under your feet it ain’t hard to start a fire if a fire’s what you want I got the kindling you got the matches It won’t take long before the flame catches And the smoke carries me away You’ve been walking on unpaved roads I got a place to be can’t go it alone Sky blue sky far as I can see Get in the car and drive with me it ain’t hard to start a fire if a fire’s what you want I got the kindling you got the matches It won’t take long before the flame catches And the smoke carries me away
3.
I think I’ll take an aspirin To get my self back to begin There’s nothing like the weight of the world on your shoulder And if my mind begins to clear I’ll rustle up some fixins Sugar spice and everything nice for you I think I’d like a glass of wine Cuz I’d really like to just unwind There’s nothing like the day disappearing into darkness And if my mind begins to clear I’d like to go out dancing Tango, waltz, two-step will do fine I always remember to forget my dear Little pleasures whisk away the pain Yes I always remember to forget cause it’s clear That otherwise I’d surely go insane I think I’ll watch a classic flick With William Holden or Gregory Peck Those black & white moments take me far from what’s pressing me And in the happy denouement Full of smiles and hugs and kisses Resolution finds a way I always remember to forget my dear Little pleasures whisk away the pain Yes I always remember to forget my dear That otherwise I’d surely go insane
4.
I’m running in the rain With a suitcase full of pain Trying to catch the next train outta here Seems no matter what I do I get soaked through and through By the storm that is you, let me be clear I’m gone, so long I’m saying all my prayers Crawling out of your despair I’ve had my share of sorrow now it’s time To break up your machine It’s absurd, it’s obscene And pronounce myself the queen of what is mine I’m gone, so long You’re addictive desperation Your appetite for fear You will see my red tail lights I’m a headlight smashing deer There will be no long goodbyes, Just the space where I have cried In the emptiness you'll find A whispering wind. Believe me when I say At the end of the day I can’t afford to play and have you win
5.
Sunday Morning Sunday morning, where you going Stick around in all your glory Sunday morning, why don’t you hang around Drink some coffee, read the paper Take a brisk walk underneath the skyscrapers why don’t you hang around seems like you’re always in a rush to go Was it something I said, is there something I oughta know are you just like me –you got to be somewhere and there’s someone else you got to please Sunday morning, where you going Stick around in all your glory Sunday morning, why don’t you hang around Don’t you let ol’ nasty Monday put you through a wicked frenzy Sunday morning, why don’t you hang around Won’t you let me take you out to brunch You can sip on champagne til the light fades into dusk Forget about the world outside, sometimes you got to take a little time Oh, Sunday mornings I always pray That you will never go away Sunday morning, why don’t you hang around
6.
Real Love 03:44
Real Love – Ann Klein Dance around me, every step is like a shot of ecstasy Breathe, breathe with me, every breath is better than a guarantee **It’s a real love baby Real love baby Real love baby now Walk, I walk with you, to a future with a past of scenic views Talk, I talk with you – words are precious diamonds when they speak the truth ** Simple moments, happy sighs Cross us over border lines All the money in the world couldn’t ever keep me from **
7.
There’s Rodents in the Attic, trouble with my brain Sugar in my blood, poison in my veins Past is always present, the dead are all to blame I got rodents in the attic, calling out my name There’s rodents in the attic trouble with my brain I got a semi automatic and a liver in my pain Tiny claw keeps scratching, driving me insane I got a bucket by the nightstand to catch the leaky rain Got a shiver in my spine, a mattress on my stain Nightmares never come but I wake up dead again There’s mayhem in landing at the top of my stares And my mind is splitting from the ends of my hairs There’s rodents in the attic trouble with my brain I got a semi automatic and a liver in my pain Tiny claw keeps scratching, driving me insane I got a bucket by the nightstand to catch the leaky rain Got a bucket full of dirt, a mouthful of butane Pickled egg survival and heaping side of shame There’s Rodents in the Attic, trouble with my brain Sugar in my blood, poison in my veins Past is always present, the dead are all to blame I got rodents in the attic, calling out my name There’s rodents in the attic trouble with my brain I got a semi automatic and a liver in my pain Tiny claw keeps scratching, driving me insane I got a bucket by the nightstand to catch the leaky rain
8.
Rocking Chair – Ann Klein I’m staring at that old rocking chair She came to me when Grandpa died I was 7 And I’m bound for that old rocking chair Just before I make my way to heaven (I’m going there for sure) She has seen my whole life through When things were looking up or I was blue She has seen my days and my nights pass From black & white to colorcast Shining sun and overcast Loosey-goosey girl gone hard and fast Rocking chair oh rocking chair You never fail to just be there I wanna find you a home with a good back porch Rocking chair oh rocking chair You rock away all my cares I wanna find you a porch with a gentle wind She remembers my heart being broken It wasn’t long after her arrival I’m sure she questioned what caused me such pain She was the key to my survival Rocking chair oh rocking chair You never fail to just be there I wanna find you a home with a good back porch Rocking chair oh rocking chair You rock away all my cares I wanna find you a porch with a gentle wind Now she knows that I have come so far from there 20 years and then some is a long long time I’ve had so many stories I did share With my sweet, my sweet old rocking chair Rocking chair oh rocking chair You never fail to just be there I wanna find you a home on a good back porch Rocking chair oh rocking chair You rock away all my cares I wanna find you a porch with a gentle wind I’m staring at that old rocking chair She came to me when Grandpa died I was 7 And I’m bound for that old rocking chair Just before I make my way to heaven (I’m going there for sure)
9.
Break Out 02:58
I’m living in the shadows of someone else’s dream Images of freedom, shouting out at me I’m afraid to see it, but it’s right up in my face I can’t help but hear it I’m hiding in a corner of someone else’s house Scrambling in the darkness Like a helpless hungry mouse Who’s looking in the kitchen For a scrap of food to eat I can’t help but taste it Break out I’m waiting on a platform for someone else’s train I can feel the rumble of thoughts I entertain Wishing to be somewhere, anywhere but here A one way out of nowhere Break Out
10.
Don't be scared to ride Take it all in stride When you fall Get back up We're all on your side Don't you stop and think When you're on the brink Do it now Go jump in We won't let you sink * here and now you're in the promised land here and now you're in the promised land don't get in the way time it never stays it's out the door when you want more hours in your day

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If McCartney met Lucinda Williams and they decided to play pool together and then have a few drinks with Stevie Ray Vaughn and Neil Young.

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released July 1, 2014

Produced by Tim Hatfield and Recorded at Cowboy Technical Services except for Tango Wrangler and Rocking Chair, produced by Sammy Merendino and Tim Hatfield at Harlem Parlour Recording
Mastered by Scott Hull at Masterdisk
Artwork by Rob Rossi
Front cover photo - Sandrine Lee
back cover photo - Tim Hatfield
Ann Klein: vocals, guitars, mandolin, omnichord
Drums: Rich Mercurio, Sammy Merendino
Bass: Steve Count, Lee Nadel
Keyboards and Vocals: Bette Sussman
Violin: Chris Tedesco, Allison Cornell
Backup Vocals: Allison Cornell, Neal Coomer, Tabitha Fair, Deborah Berg, Amanda Homi
Additional Guitars: Eric "Roscoe" Ambel, Andrew Carillo
Dobro: David Mansfield

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ANN KLEIN New York, New York

“.…a dynamo guitarist and writer .." (Billboard)

"Somebody call the Bonnaroo bookers: This gal's as steamy as a hot July afternoon." Fred Mills, HARP

"Vibrierende Ann ... starke Songwriter-Qualitäten. An Herz und Ohr gelegt: Klein live ganz groß ... wahrhafte Lieder aus N.Y." (OÖ-Nachrichten)
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