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Cory Branan

Branan performs at The Whitewater Tavern in Little Rock, Arkansas, New Year's Eve, 2010
Background information
Born 1975 (age 36–37)
Genres Alternative country, rock, folk
Instruments Vocals, guitar
Years active 2000–present
Labels Bloodshot[1]
Associated acts Lucero, Thrift Store Cowboys
Website www.corybranan.com

Cory Branan (born in 1975 in Southaven, Mississippi) is an American singer-songwriter.

Branan is a natural-born storyteller. As with any of his musical and literary pedestal sitters, from John Prine and Leonard Cohen to Raymond Carver and Márquez, his seemingly conversational, painstakingly crafted anecdotes benefit from a hard-eyed stare at hydra-headed experience. Honest, sometimes a little dark, and riddled with self-deprecating humor – traits that led themselves well to his songs. Songs that, like Cory, are original and unpredictable, prompting one music critic to note that “…he writes serious music without taking himself too seriously, without being afraid to smash a guitar, throw in a line about Miami Vice, or smack his audience in the head every once in awhile – figuratively, of course.” “I never play a song the same way twice,” says Cory. “It’s the only way I’ve found for me to keep the music honest and immediate and, more importantly, to keep my self amused.”

MUTT—Branan’s Bloodshot debut, out May 22, 2012—also bears the marks of his “American gumbo” heritage: a winding path from nascent guitar shredder in the small, state-line town of Southaven, Mississippi, to fledgling troubadour in Memphis’ lauded underground music scene, and now a Nashville-based itinerant road warrior thrilling Thunderdomes as varied as Warp’s Country Throwdown and Chuck Ragan’s Revival Tour. While his music tips its hat to road-map influences from Motown to Mellencamp, the Delta bluesmen to folk pickers of ‘60s Greenwich Village, the united result is a singular sound spurred on by years spent on tour honing something rare that is altogether its own. Like each song within it, the perspective Branan brings to MUTT isn’t tidily summarized as either sentimental or harsh. In perhaps the album’s most thematic track, “Lily” brings beauty to resignation while proposing how to make peace with the heap of worldly contradictions: “I guess the best trick is to see the magic once you’ve seen the wires.” The truth is, Branan knows nothing is ever as simple as it seems and MUTT shows the depth, wit, intelligence, dismay, and hilarity that make up the complex pedigree of every life well lived and every story worth telling.

References [link]

  1. ^ "Bloodshot welcomes Cory Branan to the fold!". Bloodshot Records. 2012-01-17. https://www.bloodshotrecords.com/news/bloodshot-welcomes-cory-branan-fold. Retrieved 2012-02-10. 

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The Hell You Say

by: Cory Branan

A thousand houses where i don't belong
But the warm lights look like honey way out here
There's a wind in the branches
And i know this song
But the moon's a judge you cannot persuade
So i try and tell myself i had to go
She'd have missed me more if i had stayed
Such a blue and flawless night
Just don't seem right without you near
I would give you my ring and everything just to hear
Closer, come closer to me
I told her how i spell my name
But she pretended not to know
It begins with spring and ends in rain
Now when i sleep i hear you breathe
It comes from all directions in my dreams
Thought i'd close my eyes and make you leave
Pass your house wonder what went wrong
The warm lights look like heaven from out here
And the wind on the windshield plays our song




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