Clootie McToot Dumplings: The Extremis Publishing Podcast
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The founder and owner of Clootie McToot Dumplings Ltd., Michelle Maddox, drops by for a discussion about her remarkable company - one of the most unique food businesses in all of Scotland. Michelle chats about the story behind Clootie McToot, her appearances on UK television, the very special children's book she has authored, and explains why her work has been so important in popularising this most culturally significant of Scottish dishes. This podcast is Copyright © Extremis Publishing Ltd., all rights reserved.
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Gershwin medley for woodwind quintet
Arrangement by Benedict Williams
Hidenori Inoue: Bass-Baritone Vecchia zimarra senti
Pianist: Lyndon Meyer his website - http://www.lyndonmeyer.com/ Singer: Hidenori Inoue (Bass-Baritone) Website: https://hidenoriinoue.com/
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here
Colt Clark and the Quarantine Kids
Colt Clark and the Quarantine Kids, hooked on a feeling
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here