Documentary Reel 2020 – Jack Pinder (www.EnigmaVoices.com)
78 votes
Excerpts from ‘Stories From The Hidden Worlds’ Documentary TV Series narrated by Jack Pinder (www.EnigmaVoices.com). For this series, Jack Pinder was nominated for ‘Best TV Documentary Voiceover’ at the One Voice Awards 2020.Jack Pinder is an Award winning, native English voiceover artist based in London, UK and is the winner of 'Best Male TV Documentary Voiceover' at the One Voice Awards 2020.
Try This
Imola Q - Coronavirus lockdown
Apologies as the quality isn't fantastic and the only acoustic guitar I had access to was missing a string. Stay safe! x
Pa Mi Cuba Me Voy - Cuban song by Xavier Calvera
I'm a Cuban born singer songwriter. I sing and write in both Spanish and English. Please watch some of my other videos and like them if you would. Email me, I'd love to hear from you!xaviercalvera@yahoo.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
Sereh Beu performs All I got
All I Got, by Sereh Beu and The Flying Dutchman
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