Jagged Land

by Seznec Bros

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Come all you Missouri gals, and listen to my noise 
 Never you marry an Arkansas boy
 If you do I’ll tell you what it’ll be
 Cold cornbread, molasses and sassafras tea When you go a-courting I’ll tell you how to dress 
A buckskin hunting shirt and this is the best
 An old flop hat with more brim than crown
 An old pair of shoes with the heels run down The first thing he does whenever he goes in He takes a chew of tobacco and he slobbers on his chin
The first thing he says whenever he sits down 
"Madam, ain’t your johnny-cake a-baking too brown?" They milk a little brindle cow and sling it in a gourd
 Put it in a corner and cover with a board Some gets little and some gets none 
And this is the way that the Arkansas is run An old board roof and a puncheon floor And old pole bedstead and an oak-board door Sleeping on the slats with a handful of straw Trying to get along with my mother-in-law An old blind mule and an old milk cow A razorback hog and a bull-tongue plow He had his poke salad and his sassafras tea 
But the Arkansas Sheik is a mystery to me Now I’ve sung you all my song and I guess you’re glad it’s through
 The Arkansas Sheik is a-feeling kind of blue
 He got drunk and he took him to town
 Cause the Arkansas girls turned his damper down
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, where I wish I didn’t feel so much 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
Chop It Up 03:49
Chop it up, knees on the ground Picking up the cherrywood flakes all pink on the 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 And the waves break Against the hull of the riverboat From where they came Only the winds know Load it in, lay it in the right way Even when it's tied down it'll still take 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
Waiting in the wings and they're saying some things About the people out there who barely even care They're only here because they can't think of anything better And in the dark dawn there's a solitary song I'm listening for my cue I'm about to go on One more song and then I'll go and get her Good day to you, yes good day to you sir What do you think, chirped one to the other bird Frankly, I don't think they give a damn And deep in the grey fog what do you say frog, do you even have an audience that cares? I just want to ribbit while I can And when the days break and the leaves shake  And the curtain will rise A little nest we make and everywhere the trees awake Ready for our unseeing eyes
Jagged Land 04:18
Sliver of moon like a dangling worm Peeks through the trees making me yearn For the whippoorwill's call in a hardwood forest Round a fire a-blaze singing a chorus To some ancient tune we've always heard A melody tethered to the bones of the earth Run right along the overflowing river Run right along, run right along Run right along before the ground quivers Run, run..... Jagged land from which we were snatched You've been cruel, but we want you back We'll journey on towards the setting sun Abandon worlds built by the latest notions And when you strike with fearsome ease We'll recall that old melody Run right along the firy mountain Run right along, run right along Run right along the arid plains Run, run.... If we promise to live in tune with you On your wavelength, according to your rules Will you abide and let us play On the banks of the creek all stained in clay Methinks you'll never just let us be And in the trying times we'll sing the melody Run right along the howling winds Run right along, run right along Run right along all of man's sins Run, run...
My baby takes sugar in her coffee and honey in her tea and my baby says that no one makes her coffee as good as me That's why every single morning I say hello my little sunshine cause I want my baby to know that I'm all hers and she's all mine So I put sugar in her coffee it makes her taste so sweet and the look on her face when she gets it lord, that's all I need.
I'm going, yes I'm going, you're shining tears ain't gonna make me stay Whistled up my dog, packed my bags make my getaway I’m goin’ to see the almighty, don't get in my way I'm leaving town at sunup, I'll be back some lonesome day With his feet in this world, but his eyes in the next The Almighty dances, full of fury and sex He picks up a fiddle, and plays it like you've never seen And hits the high solemn road, before the sun's first gleam Down in that deep dark hollow Where the canopy blocks out the light Inside the mind's mind where I shed my sorrows To return and look with untainted sight I'm back my woman, I'm back from the deep dark wood I'm back my baby, I've been misunderstood For I love you, yes I love you your tears are gold to me I love you, The Almighty showed me that I left for that to see

Jack of all trades, master of none Kneel to pray that the work that I’ve done Will help me find my way back home Will help me find my way alone So many different chairs in which he’s sat Swept back his hair under many different hats Will it help him find his way home for sure Will it help him find his way back to her Jack of all trades, master of none Looking around, while on the run Busy as a bee bumbling around Trying to be happy she makes no sound To help her find her way back in the din To help her find her way back to him Jack of all trades, master of nil Lot of a little, cause I can’t stand still Jack of all trades...
Another pain fell yesterday, when my mother did sweetly say You are leaving my darling boy, You always have been your mother's joy Now as you leave this words her own You might not be able to get back home But to remember Jesus who lives on high Is what you'll view with a mighty eye The world is so far obscene and old and many sorrows everywhere you go But to remember Jesus who's everywhere you get in trouble, he'l meet you there If you'll bow down before his face and trust in him for his saving grace And you have a burden, he'll make the light and he sure will guide you in the right Now when I think of my mother dear I often see there a kind of cheer My wandering mind was gone astray but since then I accept the way


The Seznec Brothers are the Franco-American musicians Cory and Yann Seznec. Involved in different musical worlds and living in different cities, the bros got together as much as they could over the past year to put together this batch of tunes that feature three re-invented traditional tunes and eight originals.
Cory sings and plays guitars, banjos (gourd and open-backed), and charango. Yann sings and plays guitars, keys/piano, some bass, and trumpet.
Several of their musician friends joined forces with them to back them up on various tracks: Thomas Bailey on fiddle, percussionist Paul Clifford, bassist Stephen Harrison, Pedro Kouyaté on kamelngoni (Malian harp), percussionist Renaud Ollivier, and drummer Peter Vilk.


released June 26, 2012

All music was written by the Seznec Brothers, except Arkansas Sheik (trad.), Mother’s Last Word To Her Son (Washington Phillips), and Tryin’ To Get Home (Rev. Gary Davis).
Recorded by Yann Seznec in London, Edinburgh, Annapolis, Ervy-le-Châtel, and finally at Studio La Fugitive in Paris, France.
Produced by the Seznec Brothers
Mastered by Sound Lab
Artwork and layout by Antoine Corbineau


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The Seznec Brothers are Cory and Yann. They really are brothers, though it may seem like an elaborate ruse to gain credibility. Cory lives in France. Yann lives in Scotland. When they meet up they make music. Sometimes they invite people to play with them. ... more

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