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-words and music © 2002 Chris Monti

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The streets are all strangers | And even more strange are they to he who walks with the burden | Of thinking that he knows what he should be

To hold one’s self within the arms | To hold one’s self within the heart | Is to simply give the name | While forgetting that more subtle part | Test the water with only eye and toe | They can touch without asking to know | Drop your arms and drop your clothes | And let the wind touch those places now exposed

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The streets are all strangers | And even more strange are they to he who walks with the burden | Of thinking that he knows what he should be

He who has purpose, his purpose he will exhaust | He who does not seek to find, he is never lost | Keep your eyes upon your feet | Then you cannot think to think | Who it is that is to meet

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The streets are all strangers | And even more strange are they to he who walks with the burden | Of thinking that he knows what he should be

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from Swampland Flowers, released December 1, 2002
James Terris, drums. Gabe Luddy, acoustic guitar I. Chris, vocals, bass, ans all other instruments.

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Chris Monti Providence, Rhode Island

Known for his effortless style and musical curiosity, Chris has immersed himself in West African guitar, dug deep into country-blues and old-time music, and moves seamlessly between diverse styles from Egypt, Peru and India. He has toured the East Coast, Canada and points west. He also enjoys his singular role in the community as a strange combination of entertainer, educator, and magician. ... more

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