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Brownstones
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A retrospective look at city life
acoustic singersongwriter
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acoustic guitar folk, alt-country, Bob Dylan-esque, singer/songwriter
Chris Kent an up-in-coming acoustic songwriter who enjoys making music in the folk tradition. Born in Boston, Chris began playing music first on the harmonica, then later on the guitar. His songs are personal, with articulate and poignant lyrics set behind a barebones musical arrangements. A student of literature, many of the songs weave elements of myth, imagery and unique characters to bring the listener into his world. Always eager to learn, Chris looks to those who have gone before him for inspiration, wisdom and guidance.
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Peak #233
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Chris Kent
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Chris Kent 2004
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June 16, 2004
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MP3 3.2 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Read the book "Brown Girl Brownstone" and this took shape. Spent a long time working on this one. A good show of hard work paying off.
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"Brownstones" - copyright 2004 Chris Kent I wandered out one August night Never thought I would see the sight Broken glass and ceiling panes Dirty sidewalks and cracking dranes I must have walked fifteen blocks Passing by the coffee stands and costume shops There I saw you with that look in your eye The gentle touch of a warm July Chorus: Where we'd sit and we'd talk about heaven Laugh and dream and the whole nine yards Lazy livin' is hard to imagine When you close your eyes And you see the steps of those borwnstones I never knew why I chose to run Into the folds of that setting sun Those Summer days made wet with rain Swallowed my lovin' and gave me pain Chorus Bridge: And I spent sixteen years Shovelin' mud and dirt Just tryin' to forget the sort of life we led And I spent sixteen years Never thinkin' or wonderin' Just how long I would keep these children fed I was a child lost and confused I was abandoned, afraid and abused Those brownstones lined the streets of my city The neighborhood where I made my way Chorus
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