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Good Morning Radio
04:53
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I was back in high school walking barefoot through the hall
Sent back after college forced to repeat it all
I prayed no one would notice there was nothing on my feet
I slipped in late for every class just trying to be discreet
I was in trouble till I heard my favorite song
It came as a warning and I woke up singing along
Hello and good morning
Hello and good morning radio
Hanging from my front porch swing as the day began to fade
The wind was cool between my toes as I leaned back to sway
Beside me sat a girl I knew would always love me back
The sun set fast behind the trees and we watched the world turn black
I was in heaven when I heard my favorite song
We both started dancing and I woke up singing along
Hello and good morning
Hello and good morning radio
Imagination, Memory, It’s all the same to me
They’re both just pictures moving weightlessly above me while I sleep
But then the day begins to trickle in and it changes everything
I open up my eyes and realize it’s time to rise and shine
Do Do Do Doo Doo
I was in trouble when I heard my favorite song
It came as a warning then I woke up singing along
Then I was in heaven when I heard my favorite song
Everybody was dancing and I woke up singing along
Hello and good morning
Hello and good morning
Hello and good morning radio
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Hollawalla Omacalla Wee
03:31
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Hello, Hello my name is hard to say
New voices try then fumble every day
So I took the sounds and cut them down okay
But I’m the kind you can’t abbreviate
No nickname does me justice
It never feels the same
Forget what I go by in public
You can use my real name
Just call me
Hollawalla Omacolla Wee
I know, I know my name is kind of strange
You’re not the first to say so by the way
When I write it down my wrist begins to ache
And there never seems to be enough empty space
No nickname does me justice
It never feels the same
Forget what I go by in public
You can use my real name
Just call me
Hollawalla Omacolla Wee
My father’s name is Walla
His father’s name was Wee
And Omacolla was his brother
Now they all add up to me
I see a hundred washed out faces
Staring back at me
They’re thinking, “Man, he must be crazy”
And I wouldn’t disagree
Just call me
Hollawalla Omacolla Wee
That’s me
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Can We Talk?
04:27
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We talk for hours sometimes walking side by side
We just enjoy the weather and make each other smile
We talk about the things we’ve done throughout our lives
We get to know each other better every time
We talk about the big things, never holding back
And we say stupid words to make each other laugh
Then sometimes we just stop and there is not a sound
I never make a move because I can’t figure you out
Can we talk about the thing that’s really on our minds?
Can we talk about the way I’m feeling all the time?
We talk about the sadness that creeps into the minds
Of people that we love to steal their happy lives
We talk about addiction with all its ugly parts
We talk about the changes we made within our hearts
Can we talk about the thing that’s really on our minds?
Can we talk about the way I’m feeling all the time?
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Hearts Will Roll
02:58
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Feeling unsettled even in my own room
My face is red, my body’s cold
Looking ahead I walk into a window
I couldn’t tell that it was there
Even alone I feel a little nervous
I get the feeling this won’t end well
It couldn’t be worse than my imagination
Ignore the warning hearts will roll
Oh
I don’t want to hear about your residual stuff
With some old man you may still love
I already know you’ve got a lot of problems
Ignore the warning hearts will roll
Oh
I’m in your kitchen sipping from your teacup
When I’m reminded why I put up
With all this distraction and constant agitation
You seem like someone I could love
Oh
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Don't Be Suprised
03:47
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You showed up fast and made me smile
Then let me hang around awhile
Before you called to let me down
You sounded so polite but
Kind words don’t make things right
I wish you wouldn’t even try
You gather all the love just to dispose of it
So don’t be surprised if there’s only fear left in these eyes
I saw you out last night
I didn’t try to hide
But I hoped I wouldn’t catch your eye
I couldn’t bear to brave
Your disappointed face so
I kept my head down towards my plate
You gather all the love just to dispose of it
So don’t be surprised if there’s only fear left in these eyes
Now it’s history
I don’t care about
What you did to me
I don’t worry about
What you really think
It’s already out
I’m not a rolling stone
I don’t care about
Living on my own
But let’s face it I’m
Better off alone
You just bring me down
You gather all the love just to dispose of it
So don’t be surprised if there’s only fear left in these eyes
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Ritalin
04:07
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Kids today don’t pay no attention
They’re bouncing right off the walls
They’re supposed to be still
They’re supposed to have fear
That’s supposed to be all
And all the children can’t seem to focus
They’re acting out of their minds
They’ve been running a muck
They’ve been stirring it up
They’ve been crossing the line
We found the thing that calms them down
And we’ve got enough to go around
To every kid in every town
But we’ve got to do it now
Let’s put them all on the Ritalin
Let’s put them all on the Ritalin - The children need discipline now
Before we named this awful condition
They called it being a child
I guess they couldn’t tell
That the kids weren’t well
They let them run wild
The kids won’t mind taking a prescription
They’ve done it all of their lives
And if they start feeling blue
They’ve got stuff for that too
It’s perfectly fine
We found the thing that calms them down
And we’ve got enough to go around
To every kid in every town
But we’ve got to do it now
Let’s put them all on the Ritalin
Let’s put them all on the Ritalin - The children need discipline now
Let’s put them all on the Ritalin - It sounds so ridiculous how
We put them all on the Ritalin - We all need discipline now
Just put us all on the Ritalin
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