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Words and music by Mark Handley copyright ©
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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
Why o' Why
A great tune co-written and produced by myself with the very talented Bridget Sweeny. Bridget recently moved to Ireland from New York and I was fortunate enough to gain her as my neighbour. This is hopefully the first of many collaborations. I recently co-wrote and produced a fantastic tune with the incredibly talented Bridget Sweeny. She just moved to Ireland from New York, and I’m fortunate to have her as my neighbor. I hope this is the first of many collaborations we have together.
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Brandon Taz Niederauer
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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
Why o' Why
A great tune co-written and produced by myself with the very talented Bridget Sweeny. Bridget recently moved to Ireland from New York and I was fortunate enough to gain her as my neighbour. This is hopefully the first of many collaborations. I recently co-wrote and produced a fantastic tune with the incredibly talented Bridget Sweeny. She just moved to Ireland from New York, and I’m fortunate to have her as my neighbor. I hope this is the first of many collaborations we have together.