The Grumpy Voondagoon
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The Grumpy Voondagoon, by David Blair Oliphant, read by RD Watson, illustrated by Meg Shipton
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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
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iSAAC K! - No Fairytale
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Luke Leverett - “Bring Myself To Light”
One of my tunes. Kind of a mystic folk rock in a style I think inspired by 1970s folkish Laurel Canyon type stuff. Trying to push that feel into a spiritual direction. Doing the song on my nylon string acoustic, which is basically a classical guitar but with a dreadnought style body.
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
Luke Leverett - “Bring Myself To Light”
One of my tunes. Kind of a mystic folk rock in a style I think inspired by 1970s folkish Laurel Canyon type stuff. Trying to push that feel into a spiritual direction. Doing the song on my nylon string acoustic, which is basically a classical guitar but with a dreadnought style body.