Beauty In The Dirt

by Cory Seznec

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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

© 2014 Captain Pouch Records

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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: Dragon Tree
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
Track Name: East St Louis Blues
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
Track Name: Crab On The Line
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
Track Name: Beauty In The Dirt
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
Track Name: Hop On Board
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
Track Name: East Virginia
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
Track Name: Sisyphus
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
Track Name: Wild Boars
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
Track Name: (21st Century) Traveling Man
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
Track Name: Build Me A Weapon
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?
Track Name: Letter Home
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