Going Down - Eden James (Official Music Video)
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'GOING DOWN' is a single from the Eden James album 'These Streets'. This track was recorded and produced by Eden James and mixed by Jonathan Shakhovskoy (Amy Winehouse, U2, Stereophonics). This music video was shot in various locations in New York, NY including Shangri-La Studios Greenpoint, the West Village and Front Towards Enemy.'GOING DOWN' (Official Music Video) was released 21 October 2015.Eden James in an indie rock-pop recording artist, winning multiple music awards from his native home of Australia and achieving a number one hit in Greece.
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Excerpts from A Very Spectrum Christmas (Part 2) by Thomas A. Christie. "Compendium" by Gremlin Graphics (1987).
Throughout the 1980s, thousands of British children were lucky enough to discover a Sinclair ZX Spectrum under their Christmas trees and soon found their eyes opened to a virtual world of wonder. But Santa Claus did more than deliver computers — sometimes he appeared on them, too. This book delves into the Spectrum’s extraordinary pantheon of seasonal games: the good, the bad, the surprising, the unabashedly surreal and the occasionally rather tenuous. "A Very Spectrum Christmas" is Copyright ©2021 Thomas A. Christie, all rights reserved, and is published by Extremis Publishing Ltd. This title is available as a physical book from www.extremispublishing.com and all good online retailers and independent booksellers worldwide.
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
Excerpts from A Very Spectrum Christmas (Part 2) by Thomas A. Christie. "Compendium" by Gremlin Graphics (1987).
Throughout the 1980s, thousands of British children were lucky enough to discover a Sinclair ZX Spectrum under their Christmas trees and soon found their eyes opened to a virtual world of wonder. But Santa Claus did more than deliver computers — sometimes he appeared on them, too. This book delves into the Spectrum’s extraordinary pantheon of seasonal games: the good, the bad, the surprising, the unabashedly surreal and the occasionally rather tenuous. "A Very Spectrum Christmas" is Copyright ©2021 Thomas A. Christie, all rights reserved, and is published by Extremis Publishing Ltd. This title is available as a physical book from www.extremispublishing.com and all good online retailers and independent booksellers worldwide.
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