Levi Matza - Cruisin'
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a chill jazzy jam on one of my favorite chord progressions, it picks up a bit later and has some nice distorted clav Buy the song here: https://levi-matza.bandcamp.com/track...
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Street Cleaner
Student girl - Anna Somkina, Student - Ilja Lisitcyn, Merchant - Thomas Farrell, Street cleaners - Otava Yo, Cat - cat. Lyrics - Daniil Kharms. Music - Latvian traditional and Otava Yo
Steve Dalachinsky City Winery
City Winery ("Remembering Thomas Chapin") For more information, please visit: www.thomaschapinfilm.comPoems by Steve Dalachinsky
THEREMIN TANGO
The theremin you hear in this recording is the 1929 RCA instrument that once belonged to Samuel Hoffman, played using a vintage RCA 106 Radiola loudspeaker.
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
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