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CO2
(Paul Korda)
©
2008 PAUL KORDA MUSIC
Not to be reproduced without authors permission
As time grows late, Olympians
focus the world’s attention
As Russia invades and NATO sets up a naval blockade.
Control by a few, who rule the world’s population
Who decides if you will face their weapons of mass manipulation
All we have gained for the sake
of civilization
Could be in vain should gasoline mean our annihilation
Has the world gone insane?
Has CO2 affected our brains?
In these extremes, conspiracies
breed like wildfires burning
Who sows these seeds that prey upon our need for learning
That lead to grief, through national, racial and religious deceptions
That harms our need, to get along and live in peace.
As robots arrange, we become afraid of our own decisions
Our lives enslaved to the price at the pump and nuclear fission.
Has the world gone insane?
Has CO2 affected our brains?
On the brink of war, what for?
No-one knows or really cares
So drink up your beer, have no fear
If there’s no future, we’ll get out of here.
Stay calm my child, ignore all
the adult complication
You’ll realize that they are venting their frustrations
They can’t decide how to control the oncoming dangers
Because their lives are being run by total strangers
All we have gained for the
sake of civilization
Could be in vain should gasoline mean our annihilation
Has the world gone insane?
Has CO2 affected our brains?
Beyond Your
Wildest Dreams
(Paul Korda)
© 2008 Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's permission
You wonder how you can keep going
The cost is rising for you to keep growing
The future is beyond your knowing
You're being carried by the wind
Like money, value's deprecated
Self worth's being underinflated
It's cheapened by being overstated
Like a girl who bares everything
Then a call comes from beyond your wildest
dreams
Makes you realize nothing's what it seems
The mechanisms of your soul, screams lose all control
And let yourself be guided from beyond your wildest dreams.
You want instant gratification
To relieve your deep frustration
You let all your impatience
Draw the gun upon yourself.
If you'd grown through education
You'd know it's not the money or station
It's what you've learned through situation
That's the only wealth.
Then a call comes from beyond your wildest
dreams
Makes you realize nothing's what it seems
The mechanisms of your soul, screams lose all control
And let yourself be guided from beyond your wildest dreams.
Underhanded
(Paul Korda)
© Paul Korda Music
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I know you can be extreme, subtly controlling others dreams
You let them think you are their friend, while you make them on you depend
Underhanded
Wounded, but I am still standing
I wonder when you'll stop being underhanded
All you ever do is take, whatever I create
Then make me your excuse,
To say you're right to abuse
Underhanded
I really wish you well,
You live in your private hell
I wish you would come alive
From being locked up inside
It made you underhanded
Wounded, but I am still standing,
I wonder when you'll stop being underhanded
All you ever did was fake
Like a cheap trick on the make
Now nothing for you's complete
Until you have yourself the victory
Underhanded, underhanded
Wounded, but I am still standing
I wonder when you'll stop being underhanded.......
The Language of
Love
(Paul Korda)
© Paul Korda Music
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I'd returned to last
night, though today is bright
I see your face in the light of a candle burning
The sparkle in your eyes, your expressing surprise
and wonder in all that you're learning
Your gentle touch excited
me so much
In a language that covers every meaning
It says everything, you're not thinking of
The Language of Love has every feeling
The Language of Love
needs no because
It doesn't take much to show your feeling
The Language of Love puts music in your blood
There's always enough with the Language of Love
I guess words can
be swell, for so many I fell,
But your actions I can't help but notice
It's like The Dock of the Bay, sung the emotional way
Your nature is as good as Otis
The Language of Love
needs no because
It doesn't take much to show your feeling
The Language of Love puts music in your blood
There's always enough with the Language of Love
I want to be your friend,
and on you depend
Close to me, lovingly
So the future will never end
The Language of Love,
needs no because....
Seeds of Situation
(Paul
Korda)
© Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without
author's permission
If I would know and
only sow
The seeds of situation that only grow
Of no decay, overstated ways
And expression is as clear as day.
For Love to free all the hate
And time would mean never being late
And purpose would be being kind
So we all could share our minds
To place in trust for us to care,
Not held hostage or living in fear
If I would know and only sow
Seeds of situation that only grow
The seeds of situation
Born from the seeds of situation
From the seeds of situation
If I was a river that only flows
Finding places I'm meant to go
Giving life through H20
To the seeds that want to grow
What could be more simpler than
Until the coming of the rains
And my banks I overflow
And someone drowns in my undertow
From the seeds of situation
Born from the seeds of situation
From the seeds of situation
As you face the great unknown
From a life that runs on your home loan
A routine that the bills are paid
As long as things stay just the same
Yet deep beneath the passageway
Your thought sees the light of day
An echo of your inner ways
The seeds of situation play
The seeds of situation
Born from the seeds of situation
The seeds of situation........
Return
to Innocence
Words and Music by
Paul Korda
© Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's permission
I’ve
been to places so mean; you’d have to stoop low
Where normal people don’t dare to go,
But I was trying to understand, why some can get so underhand.
From the girls who are easy, when they’ve been paid,
To a man that controls everyone, then becomes a slave.
I could see the difference between joy and pain
I see what’s needed is a return to innocence.
And your inner voice
calls, come in from the rain,
You’ve been through it before, so why do it again,
Love has its way of helping things change
So be where it’s warm, return to innocence
So I breathed real deep,
and I sang real loud,
I wanted to see beyond my clouds
To the place that seemed unsafe to go
Beyond those things that make me think I know
And your inner voice
calls, come in from the rain,
You’ve been through it before, so why do it again,
Love has its way of helping things change
So be where it’s warm, return to innocence
Return to Innocence
I’ve seen the wonders of
the world,
But none so wonderful as you being my girl,
For what I’ve been through was so intense
And finding you I found my innocence
And your inner voice
calls, come in from the rain,
You’ve been through it before, so why do it again,
Love has its way of helping things change
So be where it’s warm, return to innocence
Worldwide
Attention
(Paul Korda)
© 2008 Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's permission
On the internet, he gets attention to himself
She wears a push up, low cut and a garter belt.
They're screenplay writers who want to share the wealth
They're a corporation, who says it cares for your health.
They all want worldwide attention
They say "look at me, we can be bigger than ourselves".
It's all worldwide attention
To fill your mind' take your time
Make you think there's no-one else.
That age old need for love and attention
Where will it lead if everyone wants worldwide attention.
He's a president who tells you up is really down
So you forget to remember who is the clown
The taller the story the more time you give
For worldwide attention they all want to live
They all want worldwide attention
They say "look at me, we can be bigger than ourselves".
It's all worldwide attention
To fill your mind' take your time
Make you think there's no-one else.
That age old need for love and affection
Where will it lead if everyone wants worldwide attention.
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