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Deep of Time Part 1
01:55
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Each and every day going round and round and round
Deep deep deep in a deep of time
Gonna pick what’s left of my big britches off the ground
And kiss my self goodbye
I’ll dust off my boots and take my saddle off the wall
And lead my pony up into the starry night
Gonna lasso the man in the moon and put him in my pocket
Surf the solar wind and fly so high
Hoofbeats a-pound
Hear the lonesome cry
Leading me out, out of the deep of time
Deep of time
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Trailblazer
04:26
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Uncle Bee’s plane fell from the sky
Giving up his life so others wouldn’t die
Prophet’s gonna follow that shining light
Reaching for the answers in the astral heights
Gotta get clean in the face of the lies
Gotta do what’s right before she says goodbye
Trailblazer you’ll never get what you’re due
It’s always next in line who shows it to be true
Be the folly that becomes the norm
Few see the light in the middle of the storm
Be the folly that becomes the norm
Few see the light in the middle of the storm
Trailblazer
Hell-raiser
Game-changer
Who sees the way in the middle of the storm?
Everyone sees what they want to see
Corrections made where it’s easy
All we need is a good clean fight
Man’s just got to demand his rights
But what are rights when everything’s lost
Keep pushing that line until there’s nothing to cross
So let’s tie a ribbon around the old yew tree
To learn where we’re going and who we used to be
A sigil for our journey from this world to the next
In the belly of the woods I changed my flesh
At the shimmering lake my soul was burned
The wheels of the land are about to turn
Trailblazer
Hell-raiser
Game-changer
Who sees the way in the middle of the storm?
Protector
Creator
Objector
Who sees the way in the middle of the storm
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Comparaison du poisson
03:57
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Je suis poisson, je suis oiseau,
Je vole en l’air je nage dans l’eau,
En l’un & l’autre ma vie,
Misérablement poursuivie,
Fuit & re-fuit son ennemi,
Qui n’a jamais l’oeil endormi;
Sans cesse tachant de me prendre,
Moi qui n’ai de quoi me défendre
En l’un & en l’autre élément
Doublant ma fuite & mon tourment;
Je suis poisson, je suis oiseau
Pourquoi m’as tu cruel Neptune
Fait naitre en telle fortune?
Et pourquoi Ciel as tu produit
L’Aigle carnassier qui me suit
Quand je fuis la dent larronnesse
Du brigand marin qui me presse,
Pourquoi? Sinon pour enseigner
L’homme, qu’il ne faut dédaigner
La condition la plus dure
Qui se trouve dans la nature;
Mais paisiblement supporter
Le mal qu’on ne peut éviter
Sans qu’on vienne jamais a dire
Un mot d’impatience, ou d’ire;
Ainsi que moi pauvre Poisson
Me taisant lui en fait la leçon.
Pourquoi m’as tu cruel Neptune
Fait naitre en telle fortune?
Et pourquoi Ciel as tu produit
L’Aigle carnassier qui me suit
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Two Minds Meet
04:28
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As I lie with you let me lie to you
And tell you it'll all be ok
From our imaginary sanctuary
We push for some better day
Free to be scared or scared to be free
Meet me in the middle where my two minds meet
It’s the law of the land or a land of laws
Can’t stand my ground if there’s no ground to stand on
Between too much and too little
No squabbles no quibbles
Meet me in the middle
where my two minds meet
Walking that tightrope
Clinging to nothing but hope
Find me on the fine line
where my two minds meet
Traded paradise for a pair of dice
Rolling our blues away
But it’s never suffice when you’ve made such a sacrifice
Caught in the meaningless game
Between too much and too little
No squabbles no quibbles
Meet me in the middle
where my two minds meet
Walking that tightrope
Clinging to nothing but hope
Find me on the fine line
where my two minds meet
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Run along boys and take a little rest
We’re in for it now I must confess
So here’s a tall tale to lull you to sleep
Full of heroic deeds and daring feats
Every step we take is never not on the brink
Spinning time through narrow little chinks
While more and more light comes shining through
In the stories’ comforts we seek refuge
Any other problem you’ve got
Sure don’t mean a lot
If you don’t stick to the script
Can’t guarantee you’ll be better off
The story is bigger than you
When things are amiss in the mist of your mind
You don’t feel right any of the time
And the gas-lighters keep telling you its fine
You’re the one who can’t see the sunshine
As the moon’s light comes from the sun
Souls lit by joyous communion
Just like the new moon with the old moon in her arms
The story cradles you from all harm
I know who you are
So if you want to go far
You better be who I need you to be
Or this is where we part
The story is bigger than you
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Lonesome Road
04:17
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The best of friends must part some time
And why not you and I my love,
And why not you and I
Look up, look down that lonesome road
Hang down your little head and cry my love,
Hang down your head and cry
The longest train I ever did see
Was on that Georgia line my love,
Was on that Georgia line
Look up, look down that lonesome road
Hang down your little head and cry my love,
Hang down your head and cry
The only girl I've ever loved
Is on that train and gone my love,
Is on that train and gone
Look up, look down that lonesome road
Hang down your little head and cry my love,
Hang down your head and cry
The darkest night I ever saw
Was when I left my home love,
Was when I left my home
Look up, look down that lonesome road
Hang down your little head and cry my love,
Hang down your head and cry
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Breathe Easy
03:18
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Rest cried the sawyer gotta catch your breath
You keep sawing like that you’re gonna catch your death
Hum and haw and a woohoohooo
Are you holding the saw or is it holding you?
Chikichookochaka chikichookochaka
Wolf trees and nurse logs
Bring life back where there was naught
Ancient stumps keep sleeping undead
Fed underground in their rootlets
Nothing left to do but do the very best we can to breathe easy
Walking in the woods to soothe my bones and calm my fears and breathe easy
The saw bites through 150 years
Cutting through time cutting through frontiers
Scars of time, rings of eternity
Be still, look at me, what’s old is new eternally
Chikichookochaka chikichookochaka
Aging spirits on their death-beds
Use mushrooms to settle their debts
Storms endured, attacks withstood
Come hell or high water we’ll always head back to the woods
Nothing left to do but do the very best we can to breathe easy
Walking in the woods to soothe my bones and calm my fears and breathe easy
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Third Eye Doctor
03:55
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In those moments always slipping away
I hear the echo of your voice in my mind, never decay
In those spaces between what we yearn and we possess
There are endless places our heads can rest
Call up the Third Eye doctor
Get your mind’s eye a vision test
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Hook me up with some rose colored specs
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Hook me up with some rose colored specs
Glory glory Manny’s made a discovery
A hidden door to a land where love runs free
Holy Moly he’s found a realm so vast
But if he strays too far the door will close behind his back
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Bear witness to the bare witness in me
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Help me keep an eye on what I can't see
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Bear witness to the bare witness in me
Oh Third Eye Doctor
Help me keep an eye on what I can't see
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Plouk Mama
03:55
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Pauvre bretonne dans les petits passages
de la Nouvelle Orléans
Ses souliers font cric-crac cric-crac
Les gens autour murmurent “quelle insolence”
Quelle insolence, quelle insolence
Foulard à la poche, chapeau sur le côté
Canne en cyprès à la main
On danse le Jibidi, on danse Counjai
Puis on va danser avec les Indiens
Avec les Indiens avec les Indiens
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
Quand la patate douce est cuite
On va la mettre dans la cheminée
Que ce soit dans le sirop ou dans la soupe on va la manger
On va la manger on va la manger
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
Bon soir ma reine l’heure est venue
D’aller prier pour mon chagrin
Mais avant d’y aller, buvons du vin
Buvons du vin, buvons du vin
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
Plouk Mama tu es ma petite reine
Tu peux être sûr que tu vaux la peine
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Like the twin fools who guard the town from no one, from no one
Cayou waits for his time, twiddling his thumbs, twiddly dumb
Setting sail with the anchor down, blowing horns that make no sound
Cayou Stone your world’s about to be undone
He think he’s been digging up this earth so long
That he’s heard every word, sung every song
Between you and me, the heaven of his misery
Is just that he can’t tell right from wrong
Cayou Stone
Time to beat it on home
There’s wood on the fire, dog’s chewing a bone
Quit heading out on your own
Cayou Stone you gotta shoot for the sun
Quit looking for answers in your doldrums
If the blind don’t question what the seeing see
The grass will turn blue and the sky green
Leave no stone unturned until the work is done
Conclusions drawn from coincidence
Without recognizing your own footprints
Quit climbing mountains to tell byzantine lies
Stay on the ground and look me straight in the eyes
Dear Cayou you’re not the only one in doubt
Cayou Stone
Time to roll on home
There’s wood on the fire, dog’s chewing a bone
Quit heading out on your own
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Wind's Gonna Get You
04:16
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The winds blew like they never blew before
Barge broke loose hit the bridge and blocked the shore
Truck on the highway turned over at top speed
Killing a man with its flying debris
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
It’s blowing hard from Washington
Forecast calls for some kind of commotion
I’m a man and I’m not afraid to say,
You try to stand up you might fly away
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
It’s mighty hard to keep your a-footing
When the winds of debt are a-toot toot tooting
Gotta pay your bills you ain’t got time
To consider what goes on in Washingtine
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
Wind’s gonna get you
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Ocean of Memory
04:49
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Seashells, dried bluebells
Faded pictures pinned on the wall
Dusty songbooks and travel journals
Perfumed letters with words written so dear
And I’m trying in vain to hold back the tears
At the train station I stare deep into her eyes
Time sings me her lullaby
Under the tower with the stars shining down
She was the sweetest thing I’d ever found
At every tick and every tock
In every drip and every drop
I only see what used to be
In every scent in every song
In all I’ve built this whole lifelong
It’s all lost in an ocean of memory
Put down my poor dog, I’m lost in a fog, sleep’s a long lost friend
And the raindrops are boring holes in the roof of my head
All it takes is the rustling of the leaves blowing by
And deep into the daydream I dive
In the meadow I look into her eyes
Time sings me her lullaby
Amid the weeping willow tickling the pond
Above the sun pools rippling through the dawn
At every tick and every tock
In every drip and every drop
I only see what used to be
In every scent in every song
In all I’ve built this whole lifelong
It’s all lost in an ocean of memory
I’m drowning in the ocean of memory
Gluglugluglu….
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Deep of Time Part 2
01:39
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Will-o-wisps in the wild wood leading me astray
Poor night-wanderer with no sense of day
Riding up to that high plateau where the sun never sets
At the edge of the cliff is the only real peace of mind i can get
Hoofbeats a-pound
Hear the lonesome cry
Guiding me out, out of the deep of time
Deep of time
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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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