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IRA's BLEND #30: MY KID BROTHER'S ROCK & ROLL



The Blend #30: MY KID BROTHER’S ROCK AND ROLL
Broadcast 20-7-2016
Host/Engineer: Ira
For: ex-patradio.fr

Listen to archived show on Mixcloud HERE

Simply Red – Sad Old Red
Simply Red – Holding Back the Years
Simply Red – Red Box
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The Beatles – You Can’t Do That
The Beatles – A Hard Day’s Night
The Beatles – Kansas City/Hey, Hey, Hey
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The Byrds – Eight Miles High
The Byrds – So You Want To Be a Rock and Roll Star
The Byrds – My Back Pages
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George Harrison – If I Needed Someone
George Harrison – While My Guitar Gently Weeps
George Harrison – My Sweet Lord
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Tom Petty – Free Falling
Tom Petty – I Won’t Back Down
Tom Petty – Runnin’ On a Dream
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Ringo Starr – Right Side of the Road
Ringo Starr – Bamboula
Ringo Starr – Island in the Sun
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David Bowie – Ziggie Stardust
David Bowie – Rebel, Rebel
David Bowie – Golden Years
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Paul Simon – The Obvious Child
Paul Simon – She Moves On
Paul Simon – The Rhythm of the Saints
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Jethro Tull – Cross-Eyed Mary
Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath
Jethro Tull – Thick as a Brick
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AC-DC – Back in Black
AC-DC – You Shook Me All Night Long

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