"The Christmas Silence", by Margaret Deland. Classic Christmas Poetry read by Robert Murray.
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Classic Christmas Poetry. "The Christmas Silence" by Margaret Deland. Read by Robert Murray

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Stay, by Taia
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Stay, by Taia

Stay, written and performed by singer-songwriter Taia.

BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
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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

Maren Montalbano in When it is time for me to go (David Lang)
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Maren Montalbano in When it is time for me to go (David Lang)

Recorded live at the Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, PA February 21, 2016

Jeeni Investors
04:26
Jeeni Investors


Stay, by Taia
02:11
Stay, by Taia

Stay, written and performed by singer-songwriter Taia.


BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
03:46
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


Maren Montalbano in When it is time for me to go (David Lang)
03:58
Maren Montalbano in When it is time for me to go (David Lang)

Recorded live at the Presbyterian Church of Chestnut Hill, Philadelphia, PA February 21, 2016