Serpent, ne me mange pasCocodrie, ne me mange pas

Cochon, ne me mange pasAraignée, ne me mange pas

Bonjour Madame Serpent

On fait attentionNous aimerons entrez cette maison

Votre belle maison

Lisa Shattuck

Madame Serpent

O Madeleine, t’as couché dehorsO Madeleine, dehors dans le grand brouillardO Madeleine, quo’ faire toi tu viens pasO ma Madeleine, moi j’connais tu va me faire mourir

O Madeleine, t’as couché dehorsO Madeleine, dehors dans l’grand brouillardO Madeleine, quo’ faire toi tu m’fais çaO ma Madeleine, moi j’connais tu va pleurer

Adam HebertCopyright Flat Town Music Co.., a division of Swallow Publications, Inc.

Madeleine

Out here,you never know who’s praying.

This air like a church invisible,palmettos swaying their spindly fronds,

irises born hoping to be saved among the many.

Some days it’s just a heronblinking way up there on a bald cypress branch

like the sky’s white eyelid come downa little closer.

This is a story of prayer.This is what weeping looks like

in the bayou’s full mirror.This is the story of the winged-eyelid

come downto cry you one.

words by Jessica Henricksenmusic by Kathy Randels and Sean LaRocca

Cry You One

I been rollin’ out to the high tideI been rollin’ down to the low tideGot sand and dirt in my eyebrowsBeen rollin’ down for a long time

All just middle tide right nowAin’t nowhere to go

All of the old places, All of the old places…are dying

Nobody’s gonna let me stayNobody’s gonna stayTwist and turn me but I won’t obeyNobody’s gonna stay

Leave me alone

When the levee breaks, I will overtopWhen the levee breaks, I will writhe and roilWhen the levee breaks, I will overtopWhen the levee breaks, I will rise and fall

spoken text by Joanna Russo words and music by Nick Slie, Phil Cramer, Kathy Randels,Hannah Pepper-Cunningham, Lisa Shattuck and Sean LaRocca

River Story

Dewey BalfaCopyright Flat Town Music Co.., a division of Swallow Publications, Inc.

Reel de Joie

Allons se préparer, les temps après finirOh, le temps, les temps après finir

Allons se mettre sur genoux pour faire notre prièreOh, les temps, les temps après finir

Allons se préparer, le temps après finirOh, le temps, le temps après finir

Traditional

Les Temps Après Finis

Dennis McGeeCopyright Flat Town Music Co.., a division of Swallow Publications, Inc.

McGee’s A minor Waltz

Sinking, sinking, waves in, waves out…

The sea, the wind, the waves,The land becomes sea

The sea, the wind, the waves,The land becomes the sea

The sea drives the wind andThe wind blows the waves and

The waves wash the land andThe land becomes sea

Grasses hold the soil that holds the grassThat holds the soil that holds the tree

That holds the soil and grassHolds back the sea

We will swim out over our homesWe will swim out over the bones

Of what used to be our homes

The sea, the wind, the waves, the land,The land becomes sea

Sean LaRocca

Sinking

Moi, j’ai vu la siréneJ’ai mis la tête en bas de l’eauElle m’as pris dans ses brasNous sommes allés au Mardi Gras

O, chantez!La grace de la siréneO, dancez!La joie qu’elle améne

Moi, j’ai vu la siréneÇa fait sept ans que je proménesJ’attends chaque nuit au bord’la merÀ voir la fille avec yeux verts

Je suis allé au bal hier soirÀ crier là tous mes espoirsMoi, j’ai bu une tasse de vinJ’étais seul pour si longtemps

Je versé de l’eau dans mon litJe resté ici pour toute la nuitJe dois me reveiller tan totÀ travailler sur mon bateau

Moose Jackson

La Grace de la Siréne

Came on like thunderThis ancient hammerCame on like thunder

Pounding on our souls

We sleep in the bones of our ancestorsSo as to eavesdrop on their dreams

If we make peace with the landWe will still need forgiveness of water

This river has carried us mountainsThis river has carried us home

This river has carried us mountainsIt’s carried us home

The moon rings like a bellThis is now your story to tell

Your burden to carry, your dream to build anew

The story repeating itself in the spider’s mind

Take this earth into your handsThis is the last of our land

Touch it to your eyes, touch it to your faceTouch it to your lips and taste this place

You can not own it, it belongs to itself…

Crickets in the house of prayerChirping hallelujahs thereUp into the bowl of the sky.If we sing our songs unto the landAnd if we listen to this land,What would it say to us and why?

The answer is in your dreams, the answer is in your dreamsGotta problem that you can’t solve, the answer is in your dreams

We sing direct unto the bonesOf all that ever called this homeUntil the earth remembers what it was.If we sing our songs unto the landAnd if we listen to this land,What would it try to say to us?

Living by the hand of fateYou don’t cry when it gets lateYou know the sea could take it back someday.When you sing your songs unto the landAnd when you listen to it, canYou hear all that it wants to say?

Sean LaRocca, Kathy Randels, Moose Jackson, Rebecca Mwase,Joanna Russo, Hannah Pepper-Cunningham, and William Bowling

The Answer is in Your Dreams

The Cry You One ensembleWilliam Bowling fiddle, vocals, tambourine

Sean LaRocca guitar, vocals, woodblockRebecca Mwase vocals, cowbell

Hannah Pepper-Cunningham fiddle, vocals, bottleKathy Randels vocals, t-fer, rub board

Lisa Shattuck vocals, t-ferNick Slie fiddle, vocals

Additional VocalsMelisa Cardona, Phil Cramer, Sarah Quintana

Pamela D Roberts, Joanna Russo and Monique Verdin

Guest MusiciansJames Clark drum set

Jonno Frishberg accordion, violinJD Haennie double bass

Zohar Israel djembe, n’goniLumar LeBlanc snare drum

Derrick Moss bass drumMatt Perrine acoustic bass, electric bass, sousaphone

All songs arranged by Sean LaRoccaAll spoken text by Moose Jackson, except as noted

Recorded at The Old U.S. Mint by Joe StolarickAdditional recording at NOCCA|Riverfront by Steve Reynolds

Mixed by Mark Bingham at Nina Highway StudiosMastered by David Glasser at Airshow Mastering

Booklet photographs by Melisa Cardona, Michael Premo, and dabfoto

Just becauseThe water’s rising

Just learn to swimAnd everything will be okay

There’s no such thingAs global warmingThere’s no such thingAs climate change

Nobuko Miyamoto

Global Warming