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Mikael Manvelyan - M-Power
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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
Piano Piece no. 1
by Lewis Gill, performed by Fidan Aghayeva
The Wings of a Butterfly - James Hawken
Out of the blue an ol' mucker Toby Banks (Mumbo) posted something very dear to me on social media. In our conversation Tobe mentioned that he performs a song of mine that I had forgotten I wrote called 'The Wings of a Butterfly'. Tobe had a recording of him singing it from 30 years ago. He sang it beautifully. I 'grabbed' his vocals and did this!
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
The Wings of a Butterfly - James Hawken
Out of the blue an ol' mucker Toby Banks (Mumbo) posted something very dear to me on social media. In our conversation Tobe mentioned that he performs a song of mine that I had forgotten I wrote called 'The Wings of a Butterfly'. Tobe had a recording of him singing it from 30 years ago. He sang it beautifully. I 'grabbed' his vocals and did this!