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Beauty In The Dirt

by Cory Seznec

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Dragon Tree 03:52
In the name of honor and dignity Or just to leave a trace Of dreams of glory making history Or just to save face Of half-done plans that pique each year The geese come a-honking And a load that seems too heavy to bare When no one comes a-knocking Hey children let's go down Down to the creek get mud on our feet Hey children let's go down And leave the future behind us Oh to breathe in a time when all is fine Except the truth laid out before us All the legends of old making us blind To the only place of promise If silence don't rust and words are ghosts That always come back to haunt me Shut my mouth for good and be misunderstood A lone ship drifting on the sea Hey children let's go down Down to the creek get mud on our feet Hey children let's go down And leave the future behind us In the name of pride and prestige Or just to make a mark Of flights of fancy hope of romance Or just some crazy lark We'll head to the land of the dragon tree And sing to a little parlor guitar Let's dance to the light of the honeywine moon What a beautiful girl you are you are What a beautiful girl you are you are What a beautiful girl you are you are What a beautiful girl you are you are Hey children let's go down Down to the creek get mud on our feet Hey children let's go down And leave the future behind us
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I walked all the way from East Saint Louis I didn’t have but that one thin dime I laid my head in a New York woman's lap She laid her little cute head in mine She tried to make me bleed by the rattlings of her tongue The sun would never, never, never shine I pawned my sword and I pawned my chain I pawned myself but I fell to shame Fare thee well, woman, fare thee well Fare thee well, woman Fare thee well, woman, fare thee well I tried to meet you in the spring when the bluebird's almost ready to sing Fare thee well now honey, fare thee well I tried to meet you in the fall when you didn't have no man at all Fare thee well now honey, fare thee well You can shake like a cannon ball, get out and do that old Georgia crawl Fare thee well honey, fare thee well I laid my head in a barroom door And I won’t get drunk no more Fare thee well, honey, fare thee well
Fare thee well, honey
Fare thee well, woman, fare thee well I walked all the way from East Saint Louis I didn’t have but that one thin dime
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Tie that chicken bone to the line, bone on the line Works the best if its putrefied, stinkin and putrefied Knot it to the rusted cleat on the dock, cleat on the dock Toss it in the creek when its a little less hot, just about 5 o'clock A watched line never get tugged, as the saying goes So get up to the house and fill your beer mug, as one does Get back to see the line taut, mumbo crab's a-bitin Gonna net a bunch before the night's out, soon we'll be a-feastin Callinectes sapidus! Your savory meat is sacred to all of us! Oh cold-blooded crab so blue! Steamed red and spiced we relish you! With buck and riders in romance, let em do their thing! Throwing bimbos back will only enhance, next summer's spree In the marshes go hunting for peelers, more bang for your buck If it's a buckram you're shit out of luck, shit out of luck By the end of the night let's hope for a bushel, of number 1s in that steampot hear them rattle, red they become Don't you nibble on the dead man's fingers, just rip them off backfin and clawmeat make a nice dinner, with a natty bo wash it off what you gonna do with the empty shells, return them whence they came herons, ospreys and sea gulls, will have a field day in the dog days there ain't nothin better, not one thing then to laze around in the humid weather, pullin up crabs on a string Callinectes sapidus! Your savory meat is sacred to all of us! Oh cold-blooded crab so blue! Steamed red and spiced we relish you! Poisons lurking deep inside the muddy creek Nature's bounty dwindling, numbers bleak Be fruitful and multiply as we are told While mother earth is torn up and sold
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I don't care about who you gonna work for I don't care what you listen to I don't care about who you gonna vote for It don't help me understand you Where you've been, what you speak and where you go Won't fill any of those cavernous holes It's not what you add but what you remove That helps me see all the way inside you Beauty's in the dirt Meaning's in the mess Head's gonna hurt The stress makes you confess I don't care how much money you're making Poor ain't greedy so the rich do the taking I don't give a damn how you cut your hair Where you live or the clothes you wear You can have, you can take No thirst will go unslaked Sons and daughters go where you belong Monkeys in your moves and parrots in your song Beauty's in the dirt God's in the grime With danger we flirt To find a reason to the rhyme
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Hop On Board 04:21
I'd been running so fast I couldn't hardly see The red flags popping up all around me The sound of the sirens was always on key Angels lost in the modern reverie Switch everything on except your inner light Figure out ways to quit stalling for a fight Never out of mind even if way out of sight Angels with wings unable to take flight Trying to walk to the rhythm of your own feet But the train on the tracks is always on the beat They'll swallow up the moon with the noise of the machines Angels dazzled by the glowing screens Hop on board baby hop on board There's always room for many a-more Hop on board baby hop on board On the express train to find the mystery lord Steal what you can to make something new The crime is in thinking that it's all thanks to you The magic at your fingertips a glorious ruse Angels conning their way into gilded rooms

 Your coffers are full but you're still just as poor If a man is made rich by what he leaves pure You might pawn your chain you might pawn your sword But the angels pawned off the umbilical cord When i'm gone don't you file me in a drawer Throw me to the lions that i be reborn To hear the clamor of the silent horns Angels knocking on mother earth's door Hop on board baby hop on board There's always room for many a-more Hop on board baby hop on board On the express train to find the mystery lord
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I was born in East Virginia, North Carolina I did roam There I courted a fair young woman, of her age I do not know Her hair was long and curly, her cheeks were a rosy red On her breast she wore white lilies, for all the pain and tears she had shed When I'm sleeping, I’m dreaming of you, when I wake I take no rest Moments seem to me like hours, for all the pain in my aching breast I'd rather be in some dark holler, where the sun refused to shine Than to see you some other man's woman, no longer on this earth to be mine
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Sisyphus 04:27
You know I feel the spirit and I’m so glad... The world can’t do me no harm... 
The stolen throne of Sisyphus hath crumbled beneath his feet Condemned to push a giant boulder borne of his own greed and deceit A confusing web of conflicting messages massaging our minds mellifluously New costumes and new concoctions presented ever so felicitously You know I feel the spirit and I’m so glad... The world can’t do me no harm... On a firm foundation of unfortunate fortune where plasticity and pretense abound With playthings diverting us away from risk until the funereal pomp comes round The ides of December send us back home again, clay figurines on the ledge We'll shut the door and get warmed up twice with a maul, sledgehammer and a wedge

 You know I feel the spirit and I’m so glad... The world can’t do me no harm... But the voices harp on you can't go on you couldn't possibly afford the costs of the trip Yet the voyage belongs to the wanderers of the world who can't afford not to not fit in Time creeps across faces and hollows out dreams that blinded all twas misconstrued Like Sisy the absurd rolling the boulder up the hill without pausing to appreciate the view You know I feel the spirit and I’m so glad... The world can’t do me no harm... Death can’t do me no harm Death come knocking on my door World comes flocking Ships come docking The earth's a-rocking Time tick tick tocking Soul goes a-walking When death comes knocking on my door
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Wild Boars 04:26
like the pack of wild boars on that wedding day we'll stand at the door and send you on your way how can you possibly rest the feet that can't stop moving and at the same time be so upset at the games you keep losing gonna win at last like the pack of wild boars trolling the woods we'll scrounge on the forest floor and chew on the sassafras roots how can you possibly dream with a mind that can't stop spinning and wonder why you root for the team that always seems to be winning gonna lose at last no matter what you say it’ll always be the same way the angel’s drunk and the devil's on the news no matter what you wish i'll still have the gnawing itch but my heart will always be true to you like the pack of wild boars roaming the roads by night we'll do our earthly chores while hiding in plain sight how can you possibly hear the voices around you singing when all you do is cheer for the old rules to which you're clinging gonna hear at last, gonna sing at last no matter what you say it’ll always be the same way the angel’s drunk and the devil's on the news no matter what you wish i'll still have the gnawing itch but my heart will always be true to you
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love you woman love you to my soul, hey chile x2 next letter you get from me a-further down the road, hey folks love you woman, love you to my heart x2 so sorry woman that we gots to part, hey chile i'm a travelin' man oh lord travelin most everywhere don't believe what's happening you just count the days, you just count the days and i'll be gone love this river, but it'll swallow you whole learning to listen to what the river knows, hey folks you can go to baltimore, you won't find me there you can go to paris, you won't find me there where you see that smoke rise, might be on the road might be on the road somewhere love this town but honey it's all in vain x2 some of these mornings gonna catch that lonesome train hey chile i'm a travelin' man oh lord travelin most everywhere don't believe what's happening you just count the days, you just count the days and i'll be gone
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Gonna build me a weapon, a thing you've never ever seen It's a glorious bingbangblorious machine Gonna invent me a weapon, take you by surprise Make you wonder how you used to live your life Gonna make you a weapon, that obeys your every word You can be a sharp shooter without, even drawing from your holster Gonna invent me a weapon, everyone will need to buy And if you don't you'll be hung out to dry Build me a weapon! Wield me a weapon! Buy me a weapon! Or did it buy me? Gonna channel all the know-how, to keep a watchful eye on the land Can't really say why, it's just that we can Gonna gather all the info, thanks to the latest technology We can all safely drift back off to sleep Gonna wield me a weapon, protect me and my loved ones It's my god given right to blast you to kingdom come Gonna wield me a weapon, you've got yours but i've got mine And i don't care if mine don't save me time Build me a weapon! Buy me a weapon! Wield me a weapon! Or does it wield me?
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Letter Home 03:18
This is a last letter to my brothers I've had no word have you forgotten poor me I know Mr Tidwell handed you my mail So why have I no response to my pleas? I am now major, without clothes or horses, I paid $250 for a pair of boots I need the plain gold ring and hundred dollar bonds your bills aren't worth a copper button on a grey suit I've recovered from Missionary Ridge but we've not been out of hearing of the guns for 40 days and nights Angeline will give you some trinkets of mine to make me Mollie Markham's daguerrotype If I am killed when the war closes, don't leave me here all by myself If I am killed carry me back to the family burying ground Bury me with my kin This is a goodbye to my brothers I hope to see you again but i have little chance of hope My best and kindest love to your families, I've brought honor on our name i hope you know If I am killed when the war closes, don't you leave me here all by myself If I am killed bring my body back to the family burying ground and Bury me If I am killed when the war closes don't you leave me here by myself When I am killed bring my body back to the family burying ground And bury me with my kin This is a goodbye to my brothers
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A debut solo album of original and traditional songs that merge old-time and country blues with off-beat African grooves to create a distinct new-folk sound.

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released April 15, 2014

All music composed by Cory Seznec, Captain Pouch Music (ASCAP), except East St Louis Blues (Blind Willie McTell) and East Virginia (trad.). A large portion of the lyrics of (21st Century) Traveling Man were stolen from "Travelin' Railroad Blues" by the Alabama Sheiks.

Musicians:
Cory - guitars, banjo, ngoni, vocals
Bud Bodin - percussion 4,6,13
David Chalumeau - harmonica 3,6,9,11,13
Thomas Garoche - upright bass 2,3,4,6,8,9,11,12,13,14
Max Johnson - upright bass 7
Renaud Ollivier - percussion/drums 2,3,4,6,8,9,11,12,13,14
Marius Pibarot - violin 11,12,14
Yann Seznec - piano/keys/vocals 2,3,4,7,8,12,
Amelia Spooner - vocals 8,11,14
Pete Vilk - drums 7
Michael Ward-Bergeman - percussion 1,5,10,15

Production:
Bud Bodin, Studio La Fugitive with Cory and Yann Seznec
Mastered by Bertrand Natier
Artwork: Thomas Le Goff
Photography: Mario di Bari

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Cory Seznec Paris, France

Somewhere between musical wanderer and uncertified ethnomusicologist dwells the artist Cory Seznec and his unique world.
A French-American in Paris, Seznec’s fingerstyle guitar-playing is syncopated, polyrhythmic, cross-pollinated, and idiosyncratic. He also sings, plays old-time banjo, and wades in the deep river of American song.
(above photo by Jason Gardner)
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