Groanbox

by Groanbox

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Recorded across two sessions in Ontario in 2013 and New Orleans in 2015, this album represents the unshackling of the Groanbox sonic confines. Nothing is preconceived and everything originates in the moment, germinating in the experiences at hand and nurtured by their surroundings, the band conspires to unfetter themselves from musical confinement. The aural landscape is provided by the recording locations: the instruments and the insects of the rural shack in Ontario; the crashing and destruction of the broken down cabin that was rumoured to be Al Capone's hideout; the drips, echoes and screeches of bats as music rang through the night in the underground caves of Bonnechere. The words and melodies are saturated with the culture and history that only New Orleans can lay claim to. To celebrate the 10th year of the band, this collection of songs represents the next mutation in Groanbox's continual creative evolution.

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released July 7, 2015

Written, performed and produced by Groanbox.
Co-produced, recorded and mixed by Oscar Cainer (Outlandish Audio).
Mastered by Andy Young.
Guest appearances: Kenneth Terry (trumpet, track 10) and Yulene Velásquez (vocals, track 4)

Groanbox is:

Oscar Cainer
Paul Clifford
Cory Seznec
Michael Ward-Bergeman

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Groanbox New Orleans, Louisiana

At first glance a roots band steeped in the traditions of American music, they play with all the guts of rock and roll and all the soul of the wandering troubadour. But somewhere along the way, that troubadour turned from his path and set sail from the melting pot of New Orleans to begin a journey that would take their sound to new, unchartered territories with influences from around the world. ... more

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Track Name: Demon Truck
Swerving and speeding up the country road
Seeking fresh kills to stack in heavy loads

They come in search of the giant bones delish
And smash to smithereens all who try to resist

Once towering titans revered in ancient times
Now hacked, hewn, cut down in their prime

No stone unturned until they get what they want
They’ll steamroll their way through your hollers and haunts

Oh don't push your luck
Run run away from the demon truck

Oh, don't get stuck in the muck
And get run over by the demon truck

Follow the little chipmunk
He'll take us away from the demon truck

Over the snagged barbed wire we jump
To run run away from the demon truck

You can hear them coming from ten miles out
Belching smoke, making a deep rumbling sound

And when they come, they unleash the beasts
Whose noisy arms have fast-moving razor sharp teeth

Chakabook Chakabookchak
Chakabook Chakabookchak

Your only choice is to flee further into the woods
Lest you have a death-wish to be trampled under foot

And then they’re speeding back up the country road
Bearing their fresh kills stacked up in heavy loads

So...don't push your luck
Run run away from the demon truck

Oh, don't get stuck in the muck
And get run over by the demon truck

Follow the little chipmunk
He'll take us away from the demon truck

Over the snagged barbed wire we jump
To run run away from the demon truck
Track Name: Deep Tree Diving
Deep tree diving, oh.
Track Name: The Face That You Deserve
Way down in the dark part of town
It aint nothing but a senorita
I heard a hey nanny nanny
Go and tell your daddy
I’m the one they’re gonna call your pa

Sun shines by the hole in the wall
Raindrops falling from under her brella
Eyeballs and ghosts in the halls
Blinking at the traffic lights

Each and every drop never stops, till its found its way
Every single beam finds its meaning in another’s open eye
When the roots are by the river home’s a changing place
And the face you see in each is nothing but the face that you deserve

Sticks says “honey I’m home”
To each and every single lady
It makes me laugh and wheeze “God damn”
He’s the youngest oldest man in town
I saw him sitting on a bench
With Tuba Smith, the ambassador of Jackson Square
Playing his horn in the pouring rain
When the lighting strikes

Each and every drop never stops, till its found its way
Every single beam finds its meaning in another’s open eye
When the roots are by the river home’s a changing place
And the face you see in each is nothing but the face that you deserve
Track Name: Barefoot In The Ninth
Bare, Foot, In, The, Ninth

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

1, A, N, E, 9, 1, 3,
No, Tres-pass, For, 'Til, Bur-gun-dy,
Ram-part, Sis-ter, To, The, Le-vy,
House, Of, Pat-sy, West, Gone, Shir-pee

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

The, Old, Plum, Isl-and, Pooch, Just, Wad-dled, By, As, Told, By, Jon-ny,
As, Fam-ous-ly, Sur-vived, Kat-ri-na, To, Go, To, Lit-ter, Homes,
With, Pups, Of, Love, For, Ma-ny, Child-ren, pro-vide, love, they, so, well,
De-serve.

Bare, Foot, In, The,

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

Barefoot in the Ninth
Garden Gone
Facing Replacing

Facing Replacing
Track Name: The Root Will Split The Rock
Build on straight lines and lay out grids
Right angles, no tangles, no sediment
Order to chaos, light where it’s dark
Planning and zoning, with public parks

Subdivide, make it bona fide
Concrete slabs, and bromides
Steel frames, pumps and oil pipelines
Cut out the meander to save time

The root will split the rock
Cut out the meander to save time
The root will split the rock
Cut out the meander to save time

Laws of nature versus laws of man
Rippling out again and again

A squandered war so absurdly seen
In eroding coasts and rising seas

The die is most certainly cast
For all of us even those who can grasp

That strangle vines will break open the locks
The root will one day split the rock

The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock

If it’s dominion over harmony
Decadence over parsimony
Why such shock and dread
When the storms rear uglier heads?


The die is most certainly cast
For all of us even those who can grasp

The prisoner of war will break free of the stocks
The root will one day split the rock

The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
The root will split the rock
Track Name: Marshdale Loons
We're all dressed in our best luck, and this marriage
Is cast in a bottle, well...
Here we go

A nine-iron toast to Mum for a raise

Was that belt-buckle-bastard-leg-hold-quickstep
Brand of trucker-disco that's killing my knees

I got no clue what he's saying
But it sure is comforting to see someone
Old and good at it

In the older days this room would be filled
With smoke

Now it's just empty:
Everyone's outside

It's a long day for the 99% fat

The planted bulb and
What was it? The...
Weasel's egg

Must've dropped hundreds last night
And I won't be surprised if all those Marshdale Loons
Left purple scars
Down at the levy or wherever we were on our way back

Wow, look at her
She must be saying 1962 from her hips
And 1993 from her hips down

Ah, I just need a blanket for these bloody finches in my head.
Track Name: Katrina
Katrina
I dig your tiny dresses in boxes
By the door
Katrina
I wish you’d come and listen to the music
Coming up through the floor
The boys here do nothing but play
Up all night and up all day
Schroeder said make ourselves at home
I hope you don’t leave us here alone
Katrina
Moonlight is calling you to come down
From your bed
Katrina
Your magic fabric is dancing
With the dead
Did you leave them as a witchy muse
Or some unseeming ruse
I sure wish that you were here
Cause I’m under the delusion that you’d make things clear
Katrina
Come and join the party on North Roman
and Reynes
Katrina
Those tiny funky fabrics are with me
To this very day
Told my friends in Jackson Square
Told the Indians uptown
Told the old man and the storm
Told Satchmo down in Holy Cross
Katrina come on round
Katrina come on round