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Chop It Up
04:22
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chop, chop, chop it up, knees on the ground
picking up the cherrywood flakes all pink on the grassy mound
grassy mound
Hook it up, tie it with the right knots
Hand it to the bearded men who route and plane in the name of God
Name of God
and the waves break
against the hull of the riverboat
from where they came
only the winds know
Load, load, load it in, lay it in the right way
Even when it's tied down it'll still take its own shape
its own shape
feel your warmth, in the comfort of my dreams
rudest part of the lonely days are when you make for to leave
lonely day, lonely day...
and the waves break
against the hull of the riverboat
from where they came
only the winds know
lonely day, lonely day...
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Up on Blue Ridge Mountain, there I’ll take my stand x2
Pistol in my pocket, rifle in my hand
I’ve been all around this world
Hang me oh hang me I’ll be dead and gone x2
It’s not the hanging that I mind it’s lying in the jail so long
I’ve been all around this world
Working on a new railroad I’ve got mud up to my knees x2
You know that John Henry, he’s so hard to please
I’ve been all around this world
Hang me oh hang me I’ll be dead and gone x2
It’s not the hanging that I mind it’s lying in the jail so long
I’ve been all around this world
Mama and Papa and little sister make three x2
They’ve all come to see me, hanging from the gallows tree
I’ve been all around this world
Hang me oh hang me I’ll be dead and gone x2
It’s not the hanging that I mind it’s lying in the jail so long
I’ve been all around this world
I’ve been all around this world…
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3. |
Run Rabbit Run
04:13
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Run rabbit run before the red fox gets you
No place to hide you
Better sprout wings and fly
No place to hide you
Better sprout wings and fly
Jump deer jump before the timberwolves gets you
They’ll tear you limb from limb
Better grow gills and swim
They’ll tear you limb from limb
Better grow gills and swim
Gotta run, gotta jump, gotta swim, gotta fly
Just to get by, just to get by
Better hide, keep quiet, out of sight, out of mind
Just to survive, just to survive
Get up man get up and face the god awful music
Thought that was so bad
Well the worst has yet to come
Thought that was so bad
Well the worst has yet to come
Can't see what's real unless it's symbolized
Can't see the world unless it's dressed up nice
Can’t see love unless it’s in a pretty disguise
Gotta run, gotta jump, gotta swim, gotta fly
Just to get by, just to get by
Better hide, keep quiet, out of sight, out of mind
Just to survive, just to survive
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4. |
Rainy Season
03:34
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Bunco Artist
03:09
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He told you about how to pull half a million just looking deep in the riverbed
Keep your ears to the floor turn a dollar on a highway girl named China Red
Turn a rundown ghost-town in tribal lands into blackjack slot-machine heaven
Downmarket trash is sellin real fast at your local 7-11
Ooooh, he’s a bunco artist, jackleg selling you a bill of goods
Ooooh, it shines like silver, rings like mud, rings like mud
But something ain't right when in the middle of the night
The phone starts a-ringing
Thought the loan would cover your home and give you some extra cash to play with
St Nicholas throw the gold bags out the window
Save us from the collection agency
Cause my man said we're buying but now I can't find him
And he's got my money
Ooooh, he’s a bunco artist, jackleg selling you a bill of goods
Ooooh, it shines like silver, rings like mud, rings like mud
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Real Genuine Fake
04:01
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Riding the train of thoughts to the end of the line
Wondering why no one else is along for the ride
Trying to open my eyes
But I’m hypnotized
And the train keeps hallucinating my mind
In an artist squat in Strasburg St Denis
Pot smoke homilies and graffiti
The art is the act
To enact is an art
Spray up the world and save all the refugees
Hey hey for heaven’s sake
I’m a real genuine fake
You’ve been paying your own piper and calling the tune
By your own thoughts you’ve been fooled
If you admit it you’d give it all away
But just like me you’re a real bona fide genuine fake
Marcus plays the markets while standing on his head
Hustling bustling muscling his way for his bread
The money’s a myth
A contract with
A bunch of crabs in a bottomless bucket
Ernestine plays it clean never cracking a smile
Earnestly solidly going the extra mile
But in her heart it’ll all come apart
When she takes off her face and sees there’s no one inside
Build your cloud-capped tower up into the sky
Alleluia living in a digital paradise
But if the real’s already fake then the fake fake makes
The true hoax seem like a lie
Hey hey make no mistake
I’m a real genuine fake
You’ve been paying your own piper and calling the tune
By your own thoughts you’ve been fooled
If you admit it you’d give it all away
But just like me you’re a real bona fide genuine fake
Hey hey for heaven’s sake
give me a break
make no mistake
I’m a real genuine fake
You’ve been paying your own piper and calling the tune
By your own thoughts you’ve been fooled
If you admit it you’d give it all away
But just like me you’re a real bona fide genuine fake
Honest-to-goodness
Unadulterated
Undoctrinated
Undisputed
Unadulterated
Authentic
The real McCoy…
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Red Road
04:18
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White stockings in the winter grey
Don your dark furry overcoat
No time to tarry and look so deep
Into the future that we wrote
Oooh ooh ooh
The time has come again
Oooh ooh ooh
Just sink into my arms as we
Tear down that long red road
Kicking up dust that paints us in coats
of crimson and stains our clothes
Casual waltz through others' lives
Seeking refuge from the stacked deck
I'll show you how to live with fire in your eyes
If my heart you'll show me how to protect
Oooh ooh ooh
The time has come again
Oooh ooh ooh
Just sink into my arms as we
Tear down that long red road
Kicking up dust that paints us in coats
of crimson and stains our clothes
In the valley of the clouded forest
Sun weighs heavy on the skyline
You dance around, I hear the sounds
That brought me to you by the by
Oooh ooh ooh
The time has come again
Oooh ooh ooh
Just sink into my arms as we
Tear down that long red road
Kicking up dust that paints us in coats
of crimson and stains our clothes
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Peasant Under Grass
04:56
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I walked the line in 69
From Mexico to Texas on a peyote high
And I heard the music of the crown
Coming from your majesty upside down
From a place of real sorrow
Singing down in the dirt
Not from something we feel
Just when we’re hurt
Peasant under grass
Singing your song
Aside the long narrow road
We’re walking along
Moon man is on the hill
Sitting in his blue chair quiet and cool
Violins play sweetly
All the angels gather round
To toast the sun and listen to the sound
From a place of real sorrow
Born in the sky
Not from something we feel
When a part of us dies
Peasant under grass
Singing your song
Aside the long narrow road
We’re walking along
Soon soon vibration moon touches song to soul
Boom boom no jewels compare to dancing lights
Their warmth for us to share
I saw the sun fly from its perch
A shooting star through blackest night
, colors burst
The sky was chanting wide and strong
How every peasant would belong
To a place of real sorrow
Beyond any tear
Not from something we feel
Or something we fear
Peasant under grass
Singing your song
Aside the long narrow road
We’re walking along
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Enchanted Mesa
03:46
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Well he saw himself when he was young
Speak or be forgotten
Raccoon skin cap and a wood-carved gun
Remember or be forgotten
Saw his lover oh so fair
Running towards the mesa
Open book in her hands, eyes fixed out there
Seeking her enchanted mesa
Saw a sea of faces in their own little worlds
Dreaming up their mesa
Turning dead leaves into gold and stones into pearls
Conjuring their enchanted mesa
Old Paul Clifford sitting on his steps
Living in his mesa
Sipping his tea watching the sunset
On top of his enchanted mesa
Saw droves of people trying to flee
The bombed out broken mesa
A million pawns of the powers that be
Crying for an enchanted mesa
Peek underneath the slippery veil
Grasping for the mesa
Walking that dark gossamer trail
Blinded by the mesa
Oh Lord gonna walk that trail
Oh Lord can't you hear my wail
Oh Lord gonna walk that trail
Oh Lord gotta try lest I fail
Well he saw himself when he was small
Speak or be forgotten
Going through pachysandra looking for a ball
Remember or be forgotten
Peek underneath the slippery veil
Grasping for the mesa
Walking that dark gossamer trail
Blinded by the mesa
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10. |
Raleigh & Spencer
04:04
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Raleigh and Spencer are burning down
Lord, there ain't no more liquor in this town
No, there ain't no more liquor in this town
What you gonna do to wet those lips
When this whole darn world's gone dry?
When this whole darn world's gone dry?
I've been all around this whole wide world
I've been down to Memphis, Tennessee
I've been down to Memphis, Tennessee
I've played cards with the king and the queen
Shot them dice with old Jesse James
Shot them dice with old Jesse James
Raleigh and Spencer are burning down
Lord, there ain't no more liquor in this town
No, there ain't no more liquor in this town
I've pawned my shoes for a bottle of booze
I drink it, I lay down and die
I drink it, I lay down and die
Stomp down the flowers that grow round my grave
But they'll rise and bloom again
Yes, they'll rise and bloom again
Raleigh and Spencer are burning down
Lord, there ain't no more liquor in this town
No, there ain't no more liquor in this town
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Chopstick Lipstick
03:54
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Chopstick lipstick arithmetic everything’s dandy
Patty cake hoe cake tax break cotton candy
Top notch hop scotch stopwatch chocolate by the pound
See the sounds of color and hear the colors make vivid sound
Ever since she left me spellbound
This whole world is one weird merry-go-round
Wrapping toe-tapping snap your fingers red ribbons and white lace
Knick knack paddy whack cut her slack give the girl some space
A high diddle diddle and a fee fie fiddle diddly dee
The world is full of ghastly ghosts and talkedy trees
Ever since she left me spellbound
This whole world is one weird merry-go-round
Ever since she cast her cursed curse
There’s something strange with the universe
Eeny meany higgledy piggledy eentsy wheentsy drift off to sleep
When the gobbledygook freaky freak does his evil creepety creep
Jabberwocky jibber jockey full of bourbon and rye
You want to get to heaven you better put on your jacket and tie
Ever since she left me spellbound
This whole world is one weird merry-go-round
Ever since she cast her cursed curse
There’s something strange with the universe
Whippersnapper knickerbocker jackrabbits on the loose
Harlequin parliament drinking all the jitterbug juice
A hoonanana jocomo fina nananay
Spy dogs flag boys sparring for one last Mardi Gras day
Ever since she left me spellbound
This whole world is one weird merry-go-round
Ever since she cast her cursed curse
There’s something strange with the universe
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Msichana Auma Variations
02:01
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Roll De Ol' Chariot Along x3
If you dont' hang on behin'
Oh People, roll...
If your devil's in the way just roll right over him x3
If you dont' hang on behind
If your mother want to go she shall wear a starry crown x3
And she must hang on behind
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14. |
J'ai marié un ouvrier
03:47
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J’ai marié un ouvrier, moi qui était si vaillante fille
Mais c’était pour me dispenser d’attraper grande reproche
Mais où es ton ouvrier ? Viens danser avec moi. Oui viens danser avec moi dessus l’écor du Tennessee.
Sur l’écor du Tennessee tu quitteras ton cheri, tu quitteras ton cheri à plus jamais le revoir.
J’en ai de ses gros navires qui naviguent sur l’eau, et soit disant pour te proposer de travailler
Au bout de deux trois jours, deux trois jours et trois semaines, oh la belle se mit à pleurer l’ennui de sa famille.
Sur l’écor du Tennessee tu quitteras ta famille, tu quitteras ta famille à plus jamais le revoir.
Ne pleure donc pas la belle, je t’achèterais une robe de soie jaune, qu’elle soit de belle couleur, de l’or et de l’argent.
Je ne pleure pas de toi, ni pour ton or ni ton argent. Je pleure pour ma famille que j’ai laissée là-bas.
Sur l’écor du Tennessee tu quitteras ton baby, tu quitteras ton baby à plus jamais le revoir.
Dessus l’écor du Tennessee tu quitteras ta famille, tu quitteras ta famille à plus jamais le revoir.
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Kulowahed
02:29
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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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