Colour of the Jungle - Monkey Mind EP
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The 5 piece band Colour of the Jungle's new EP called Monkey Mind is a 7 song EP with great rock music and upbeat sounds!Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/colourofthe... Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/colourofthej...
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"The Christmas Silence", by Margaret Deland. Classic Christmas Poetry read by Robert Murray.
Classic Christmas Poetry. "The Christmas Silence" by Margaret Deland. Read by Robert Murray
Yoan Leduc - Grenade (Official Lyrics Video)
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Steve Dalachinsky/Didier Lasserre duet, 4th part
Organised by collectif Kliton. Filmed by Benoît Lesieux.Steve Dalachinsky - PoetryDidier Lasserre - drums
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
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