Backroad Carnival

by Cory Seznec

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released June 7, 2017

All music written by Cory Seznec (ASCAP/SACEM), except The Parting Glass (traditional).
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Tonehouse Studios, Noisy-le-Roi, France, with additional recording in Annapolis, Maryland, USA and Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.


Produced by Geoffroy Dauptain, Jean-Etienne Loose and Cory Seznec


Artwork by Philipp Schütz

Musicians:
Cory - vocals (2,3,4,5,6,8,9,10), guitars (1,2,3,4,5,7,8,9,10), bass (1,4), banjo (1,3,6), piano (1), claps (4,5,6), percussive noise 1
Kenny Allen - backing vocals 5, 8, 9
Benjamin Body - upright bass 2,9 electric bass 5
David Chalumeau - harmonica 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9
Paolo Conti - pedal steel 3
Geoffroy Dauptain: claps 4, 5, 6
Thomas Garoche: upright bass 3, 6, 8
Patrick Gigon - drums 2, 5, 9
Jean-Etienne Loose: claps 4, 5, 6, Juno synth 4
Daniel Mizrahi - electric guitar 2, 5, 6, 8, 9
Renaud Ollivier - percussion/calabash 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, drums 1,4,6
Joseph Parker: backing vocals 2, 6
John L. “Buster” Pickett Jr.: backing vocals 2, 6
Yann Seznec - Rhodes keys/Juno synth/piano 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 9
Ronald T. Thornton Sr - backing vocals 2, 6, 9

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Cory Seznec Paris, France

Franco-American world-folk musician splitting time between Addis Ababa, Paris, and Annapolis, Maryland. Cory focuses on fingerstyle guitar, clawhammer banjo, voice, harmonica, and an array of other stringed instruments collected during his travels. He maintains a music blog called Cocoringo’s Circadian Sounds (cocoringo.wordpress.com). ... more

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Track Name: Sell You My Soul
Sell you my soul for a bottle of homemade gin
Sell you my sister with a toothless craven grin
Sell you my future if right now it guarantees I win
I’ve deflated my ego, auctioned off my psyche
There's a blowout discount on all that is me

Sell you my wife at the drop of a Stetson hat
Sell you my iddy biddy little kid for my chance at bat
Sell you the shirt off my best bud's back
Used to say there are some things money can't buy
Doesn't mean that I can't give it my very best try

Sell you my socks to get a pair of shiny gator skin shoes
Sell you my body and pretend I don't approve
Used to sell the uptown jazz and now I sell the lowdown blues
I'll give you my troubles, my sins, my weakness for free
And you'll come buying everything else off me

Sell you my soul...
Track Name: Hawk On A Haystack
Watching you watching me, watching you watching me
Trying hard to see, trying hard to see
Ain't no writing on the wall if you don't know how to read
Ain't no need for notes at all, just play the damn thing
Ain't no need for history if it keeps repeating

Hawk on a haystack, prisoner of hope
Seeking its prize on the golden slope
But Ain't no spoils for the victor in a land of barren dirt
Ain't no aces tucked up your sleeve, if you ain't got a shirt
Can't keep your ears to the ground, if there's nothing you haven't heard

Watching you watching me watching you watching me... Hawk on a, hawk on a haystack...
Track Name: Tattered Flag
Money man don't you eat my lunch
You've already wolfed down more than enough
We're nibbling on the crumbs that you leave
And now you want our scraps in case you get hungry
Oooh hunger tears us asunder, greed sows the seed of need

Working woman watch you standing there for?
You really sure you wanna open that fancy car's door?
They’ll take you between half-built buildings with wooden scaffolds Do what you gotta to but don't do everything you're told x3
Oooh desire lights the funeral pyres, greed sows the seed of need

Government stooge think twice about who you muzzle
Don’t you realize you’re just a small part of the big puzzle?
A kaleidoscope of revolving doors
Smokescreens, spells, tricks to hide your spoor
Power makes you skulk in tall towers, greed sows the seed of need

Media hack quit nattering on
Your mumbo jumbo hides your real intentions
Fourth and fifth estates blurring into one
You’re spinning stories and selling other's potions
Privatize mask the pirates’ eyes greed sows the seed of need

Lower that tattered flag...
Track Name: Pigeon Man
Everyday rain or shine
He puts them pigeons in a line
Everyday rain or shine
Feeding them pigeons just to keep from crying
Chasing down death, chasing down death
Chasing down death with a bag of crumbs
With a bag of crumbs

Feeding them birds right in front of the bums
The avian congregation gathers so patiently
Gathers patiently
For the pallid man to appear between the trees

Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Might be their magnetism, their ingrained socialism
Don’t count your pigeons before their hatched
Might be their mating coos, or to fatten the squabs for food
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch

Seagulls, seagulls, don’t try to make that afternoon creep
Don’t try to make that creep
Pigeon man will shoo you off with his feet
Some say he’s crazy, some say he’s slow
Some say he’s some sort of god of old
Some sort of god of old

He’ll still be out there when hell freezes over
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Might be their magnetism, their ingrained socialism
Don’t count your pigeons before their hatched
Might be their mating coos, or to fatten the squabs for food
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Track Name: Let It All Go
Time has come to bury the hatchet
before you blow a gasket
time to bury the hatchet
and just let it all go

Ain't talking about compromise
or indulging all those
lies but bury the hatchet
and just let it all go

It's easier said than done
to up and move
on but how can you grow
until you learn to let it all go

Just let it all go...
Ask for water she give you gasoline
we all know she doing you mighty mean
but let her fill your cup
doesn't mean you gotta drink it all up

Let bygones be bygones
say good-bye and be gone
if you can't let go of that grudge
it's your own character you need to judge

Might be from blind ambition
or some lovesick condition
but who's gonna hear you moan
in that great unknown

just let it all go
just let it all go
if hard times draw close
just let it all go
when everyone says no
just let it all go
if your friends and foes
don't, let it all go
don't be ashamed to show
you can let 'em all go
Track Name: Colette Bar & Restaurant
Dans le village de hawassa
Il y a un petit hotel tout mignon
Où l’on mange du bon assa assa
Et on boit de la giorgis en pression
Assa assa...

Les gens y dansent toute la nuit
Aux rythmes du 6 sur 4
Et quand la fatigue ne leur donne plus envie
Ils peuvent y chiquer le meilleur chat
Chat chat...

Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon bon...

Et quand le docteur arrive
A la fin de sa journée
Il dit "s'te plait Mme Colette ne me prive
pas de ta beauté”
Beauté beauté...

Quand tout le monde est parti parti
Depuis belle lurette
On entend des cris des cris
Venant de la chambre de mme colette
Ooh ooh...

Oh Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Oh Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon bon
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon !
Track Name: God Will Change Your Situation Barbershop
Cage them chickens hide your roosters away
Shave your stubble and get your best suit on that's the price you pay
For a nice time with your little lady on that holiday
Raise up them socks, tighten up them shoes
Quit drinking corn liquor, even if you ain't got nothing to lose
The drinking hole won't make you whole, so clean yourself up, time is ticking away
Feed the monkey but chase the baboon away
Train yourself and get a brand new job that's the price you pay
To keep together your little family, keep your troubles at bay
Hoist up them flags, pay up them dues
Stay on the straight and narrow, even if there's only a crooked route
Blow off steam with esteem for the world's no longer just about you

God's gonna change your situation barbershop
God’s gonna change your situation like it or not
God will give your situation a haircut
At the God’s gonna change your situation barbershop

Unchain those dogs, let the doves fly away
Sign off, hit the road, lose yourself that's the price you pay
When you're looking for something deeper, and it don't work to pray
Farewell to your friends, adios to your kin
Break apart your world and put it all back together again
Smash it all to pieces like five easy pieces, but come out the other side alive and kicking

God's gonna change your situation barbershop
God’s gonna change your situation like it or not
God will give your situation a haircut
At the God’s gonna change your situation barbershop

Welcome to God Will Change Your Situation Barbershop, where you will get the haircut of your dreams!
Or the haircut that you could never have believed!
Where unanticipated nightmares shave your hallowed locks, and dense paradises of curled pompadour forests become scorched deserted landscapes of beatific balding.
And metaphysical manes kowtow at the site of the holy shears.
Jubilation! Exultation! Condemnation! Desecration! Regeneration!
Spiritualized scissors and religious razors rejoicing in the random and accepting the inevitable! Come on down folks!
Amen, amen
Track Name: The Parting Glass
Traditional, arrangement by Cory Seznec