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When the world of Men seems full of s--t. Songwriters unable to get legal aid to recover their royalties, nations at war, people expecting you to be someone you are not, listen for the call of the wild that is beyond your brain processes, from the realm of your soul.
Alan J. Kroll: Saxophone Jeremy Upton: Guitar Paul Korda: Vocal, Arrangement, Piano, Production |
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BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS (Paul Korda) © 2008 Paul Korda Music 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.
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Paul Korda |
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Paul Korda |
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Paul Korda: song, vocal, keyboards, arrangements, production Chris Spedding: guitars Background vocals: Rijel Glasebrook, Paul Korda
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UNDERHANDED (Paul Korda) (C)2005 Paul Korda Music Not to be reproduced without the authors consent
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
Wounde d, 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.......
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Paul Korda |
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Paul Korda |
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Guitar: Chris Spedding Keyboard, arrangement, vocals, production: Paul Korda |
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THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE Words and Music by Paul Korda © Paul Korda Music
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, you?re 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?.? |
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Paul Korda |
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Paul Korda |
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Saxophone: Allan J. Kroll Keyboard, arrangement, vocals and production |
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SEEDS OF SITUATION (Paul Korda) (c) Paul Korda Music
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........ |
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Paul Korda |
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Paul Korda |
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Keyboards, arrangement, vocals, production: Paul Korda |
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RETURN TO INNOCENCE Words and Music by Paul Korda © Paul Korda Music
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 |
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Keyboard, arrangement, vocals, production: Paul Korda |
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CO2 Music and Words by Paul Korda © 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 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? |
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Keyboard, arrangement, vocals, production: Paul Korda |
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WORLDWIDE ATTENTION (Paul Korda) © Paul Korda Music
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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Saxophone: Allan J. Kroll Keyboard, arrangement, vocals, production: Paul Korda Guitar: Matt Beal |
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I WAIT FOR YOU (Paul Korda) (c)2004 Paul Korda Music Not to be reproduced without artist permission
Complication by World decree To maintain an old hierarchy, Distractions help us forget to see our Nature.
As bombs rain down around a child What feelings can be reconciled, When everything worthwhile Subject to capture.
I have no control You direct my soul Wisdom I get from you Love's the only truth.
So I wait for you The vision you lead me to The reason you made me for Decision is really yours.
The talk's about democracy While the sea's filled with mercury, Will it be hard to breathe in the future? When the infinite becomes too full A swollen lake turns to a pool A throne becomes a stool The Unseen Factor
I have no control You direct my soul Wisdom I get from you Love's the only Truth
So I wait for you The vision you lead me to The reason you made me for Decision is really yours. |
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