World on Lockdown - Original Song
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This brilliant piece has aptly captured the ins and outs of the Covid19 story to date. Commendably, there are numerous artistes who have ably used their musical expertise to relate the Covid19 story in a manner that is not only informative, but is also very entertaining. Flasha has shown this flare in World on Lockdown. Interestingly, he makes reference to a spiritual element that suggests someone greater than human beings, is still in control.
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Farid - More Than Just A Friend
Farid - More Than Just A FriendFarid made the first steps of his musical journey right after he learned how to stand up on his feet and isn’t ever planning to stop. As a child, he was greatly influenced by the heavy pop & r’n’b music wave that characterised the 90s, identifying strongly with Michael Jackson who, along with Justin Timberlake, have remained his strongest inspirations up to this day and have motivated him to never give up and pursue his dream of a stage career. CREDITS Artist: Farid Writer: Farid EL Hassass Producer: Johannes Lemken Mastering: Ivo Statinski VIDEO BY FILM CARTEL Director & DOP: Kian Zegveld Creative directors: Farid EL Hassass & Kian Zegveld Gaffer: Mitchell van der Hoef Mua: Darien Touma Styliste: Safak Sel
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
Farid - More Than Just A Friend
Farid - More Than Just A FriendFarid made the first steps of his musical journey right after he learned how to stand up on his feet and isn’t ever planning to stop. As a child, he was greatly influenced by the heavy pop & r’n’b music wave that characterised the 90s, identifying strongly with Michael Jackson who, along with Justin Timberlake, have remained his strongest inspirations up to this day and have motivated him to never give up and pursue his dream of a stage career. CREDITS Artist: Farid Writer: Farid EL Hassass Producer: Johannes Lemken Mastering: Ivo Statinski VIDEO BY FILM CARTEL Director & DOP: Kian Zegveld Creative directors: Farid EL Hassass & Kian Zegveld Gaffer: Mitchell van der Hoef Mua: Darien Touma Styliste: Safak Sel
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