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

Heday Inoue - In diesen heil'gen from Die Zauberflöte

Bass Baritone: Hidenori InouePianist: Mary Box

Ernest J. Shuttlecock - Too Many Mince Pies (original comedy song)

An original song by me about eating and drinking far too much at Christmas.LYRICS: Too Many Mince Pies Christmas is a time for for sharing and giving But mainly it's a time to eat and drink everything* Bubbly for breakfast and mulled wine for lunch Wrapped up quite nicely with festive rum punch Gobbled up the turkey and OD'd on sprouts The after dinner port has given me gout

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