10 new busker videos; Jack Black, Passenger, Cam Cole

10 new busker videos; Jack Black, Passenger, Cam Cole

Greatest international street talent available on any stage  –
10 new YouTube videos of busker/street performers, and entertainers –
Cam Cole Busking In Manchester, nice crowd!! – ‘So So Wrong’ – YouTube

Here is the first of our 10 new videos this week.  Are you ready for a rocker with an original energetic performance style who is also a really amazing musician? Then look no further. You have…

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Street Pop Videos – Passenger & New, World Folk Buskers

Street Pop Videos – Passenger & New, World Folk Buskers

Folk music revival on the streets as more singer/songwriters  busking  –
New videos from street pop superstar Passenger + original street folk music entertainers world wide –

It is all about the story in folk music. It has that in common with Rap and Country. After enjoying some of these videos you may want to go where they play and hear some more stories live . These are the stories that are…

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Passenger – Riding to New York LYRICS (new song)

First of all, English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes. Please let me know if you see some.

Watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8akmRpjXtjs
or here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAzQ-VusK38

I met him in Minnesota, he was dark and overcast.
With long grey hair and eyes that stared through me like I was glass.
I asked where are you going to? He said I’m the wind I’m just blowing through.

He lit up a cigarette and began to talk. See the doctors told me that my body won’t hold me, my lungs are turning black. Been a lucky strike’s fool since I was in school, and there ain’t no turning back. They can’t tell me how long I’ve got, maybe months but maybe not. So I’m taking this bike and I’m riding to New York.

cause I want to see my granddaughter one last time. Want to hold her close and feel her tiny heartbeat next to mine. I want to see my son and the man he’s become. Tell him I’m sorry for the things I’ve done. And I’d do it if I had to walk. Oh I’m taking this bike and I’m riding to New York.

Through the forest of Wisconsin, that I knew as a boy. Past the skyline of Chicago and the lakes of Illinois. I lay my head in a motel bed, where my back gets sore and my eyes turn red. I listen to the trucks roll past my door. Through the fields of Ohio, there’s a sunshine paints them gold. I run just like a river runs; rapid, quick and cold. I fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turnpike tolls and I won’t stop till I get to New York.

cause I want to see my grandson one last time. I want to see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine. Now my time is short, I want to see my daughter. Tell her all the things that I should’ve taught her. and I’d do it if I had to walk.

Oh I’m taking this bike and I’m riding to New York.
and I go up to the church yard one last time. Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me the best years of my life. and I’d do it if I had to walk. Yeah I’d do it if I had to walk. I’m taking this bike and I’m riding to New York.