She-Oak Affair - Kissing The Flint
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Written by Leah Chynoweth-Tidy for her debut Kissing The Flint EP 'Unconditionality' released in 2019, this upbeat track reminds us that life far too often gets manic and we need to remember to take the time to slow down or stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, relaxing on the sand under the shade of a She-Oak tree, gazing at the sea and downing a cold drink - or three!
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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
Pa Mi Cuba Me Voy - Cuban song by Xavier Calvera
I'm a Cuban born singer songwriter. I sing and write in both Spanish and English. Please watch some of my other videos and like them if you would. Email me, I'd love to hear from you!xaviercalvera@yahoo.com
Back From The Future
Lynda Law, ft. The Q
Galvin Delena plays the bass
9 year-old Galvin Delena plays electric bass
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