A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Tuesdays at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Premieres Tuesday Oct 7th at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Premieres Tuesday Oct 7th at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Premieres Tuesday Oct 7th at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Premieres Tuesday Oct 7th at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
A band on the brink of breaking through... or breaking up. From drinking and drugs to anger and depression, Rock Bottom explores bands on the verge of losing it all due to one member's problems. Premieres Tuesday Oct 7th at 11pm/10c on Fuse.
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Oooooh
Put your loving hand out, baby
I'm beggin
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
Ridin high, when I was king
Played it hard and fast, cause I had everything
Walked away, won me then
But easy come and easy go
And it would end
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
So I eight tama dj let me go
Eight tama vj get me know
Eight tama sekeey let me know
But, I played that sj let me go
I'm on my knees when I'm (beggin)
Couse I don't want to lose (you)
I got my heart on spett
And I hope that my heart gets wet becouse I freak down a beck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I need you, (yeeah) to understand
Tried so hard
To be your man
The kind of man you want in the end
Only then can I begin to live again
[Tshawe Baqwa]
An empty shell
I used to be
Shadow of my life
Was hangin over me
A broken man
Without a throne
Wont even stand the devils dance
To win my soul
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I am a chocen why am a chaisen
Boutam boutam, boutam plasment
Why me got got shit on the brayslett
Why then feel for that need a replacement
Your the wrong way track from the good
I wanna picka pickta having a good in jet
Like a audience inn a dest-way should
You can even the way have it to took the tampt anna
Keep losing on keep dosinn on keep
Boss befor not a call for sure
Keep hoe
Couse I don't wanna live whit the broken home girl a neck
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your loving hand out darling
[Yosef Wolde-Mariam]
I'm fighting hard
To hold my own
No, I just can't make it
All alone
I'm holdin on
I can't fall back
Now that big brass ring
Is a shade of black
[Tshawe Baqwa]
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out baby
Beggin, beggin you
Put your love in hand out darling
“One of my earliest boxing memories is sitting on the ring apron at the Repton Boxing Club watching my older brothers train. Sitting there, ringside with my Dad, I couldn't wait for it to be my turn. By the time I was old enough to start training I already knew how to hold my hands in the correct position and throw a number of combinations (my brothers had shown me how and I practiced at every opportunity!). I remember my first fight. I was 11 years old. Sitting in the dressing room, there were about 15 other young boxers getting ready too. Everyone was asking each other, who are you fighting, who are you fighting. There was this one big guy sitting in the corner wrapping his hands. Someone asked him, Hey, who are you fighting, Someone called A. Lee he said with a shrug. That's when I knew I was in for a rough night! As I stood in the corridor before my ring entrance, my stomach was in knots, to say I was nervous would've been an understatement! Walking to the ring, I looked across at my family, the whole clan had turned out to support me. I remember thinking to myself, I don't care how big this guy is I’m not losing this fight! Anyway, to cut a long story short, I won the fight and many more after that.” Visit Andy on MOLI.com
Courtesy of www.andyleeboxing.com
Widowed at a young age, Patty Montanari takes a page from the neighborhood Mafioso and turns to selling contraband cigarettes to support her sons. After she begins a romance with a mobster who gives her a restaurant to manage, Patty gets promoted even higher to a money currier for the family. Even though shes living the high life, she becomes disenchanted with the mob. And as everyone knows, getting out aint exactly easy, especially when youre working for the boss of one of New Yorks five biggest families. See how she tries to break free without losing her life.
Widowed at a young age, Patty Montanari take a page from the neighborhood Mafioso and turns to selling contraband cigarettes to support her songs. After she begins a romance with a mobster who gives her a restaurant to manage, Patty gets promoted even higher to a money currier for the family. Even though shes living the high life, she soon becomes disenchanted with the mob. And as everyone knows getting out isnt exactly easy, especially when youre working for the boss of one of New Yorks five biggest families. See how she tries to break free without losing her life.
