The Eleven

from Home by Chris Monti

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lyrics

The Eleven -words and music © 2011 Chris Monti

Old-time music in Richmond, VA | Mrs. Phyllis Ladd Blackwell, she don't play | But she sits right up close to her daughter and her man | To get the feel of the pickin of that old-timey band |

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song | I’m worried now but not for long | A little fiddle music tends to brings me ease | Is that the sound of a banjo in the whisper of the trees? |

New Orleans, playing with a Dixieland band | Playing in the corner, ain’t no bandstand, grandstand | “We don’t do ‘St Louis Blues’ in D! | We’ll do ‘Saints’ in F, watch the B flat minor,” said the tenor banjo playing Louisiana old timer |

There’s a Jesuit priest down on Bourbon Street | Who learned clarinet at Peterson’s feet | He said, “The best ministry the people to bring | Is to move their bodies with that Nawlins Swing” |

I heard my dad play once when I was four | The only time Bill Halley came a-knockin at our door | My old Dad put his guitar away | In the closet ten years ‘till I was ready to play |

I learned from Jon Hathaway in his cramped little room | The man could play the guitar like he was sweeping a broom | The best thing to me that he ever did say is, | “You can play anything that you want to play” |

The earth of music is wide, its water deep | It has no secrets that it wants to keep | So sing it out, play it loud | Part the foggy, noxious cloud | Of doubt and despair, clear the air | Feel the wind on your face, feel the breeze in your hair | In the rat-a-tat-tat of the marching band | Hear the cosmic call to reach out your hand |

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from Home, released December 1, 2010
Chris on vocals, guitar, harmonica and kazoo

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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