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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Johnny Bob - Careful (Jah Gringo Riddim)
Johnny Bob - Careful (Jah Gringo Riddim)"Children, help someone cross the river, then they may shove you in the river." - Winston 'Burning Spear' Rodney. But Hi man could swim, We survive. . . Thank you Jah :) ●My father played the guitar in this track. Big up the Ijahman, the original ital steppa, wa dadda. Cheers!!!
Anti-Freeze - Breakfast Please!
Anti-Freeze Breakfast - Please! [Official Music Video] by Leftie Qi]uixote
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
Breakthrough, by Daniel Gerendas
A masterclass in live looping jazz funk from the Hungarian multi-instrumentalist.
Johnny Bob - Careful (Jah Gringo Riddim)
Johnny Bob - Careful (Jah Gringo Riddim)"Children, help someone cross the river, then they may shove you in the river." - Winston 'Burning Spear' Rodney. But Hi man could swim, We survive. . . Thank you Jah :) ●My father played the guitar in this track. Big up the Ijahman, the original ital steppa, wa dadda. Cheers!!!
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