Ola Onabulé – What The Heck

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What The Heck “Que diable” de l’album «Point Less»
Disponible partout: https://radial.ffm.to/pointless
Y compris Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Tidal et Deezer
Et sur BandCamp ici – http://olaonabule.bandcamp.com/album/point-less

Édité entièrement dans LumaFusion
Sur Rugged Ram Records,
Distribué par le verger

Écrit, produit et interprété par Ola Onabulé
Mixé par George Whitty
Masterisé par Hippy Baldwin au Metropolis, Londres

Vidéo de Tayo Onabulé et Ola Onabulé

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Les joueurs
John Crawford – Piano
Chris Nickolls – Batterie
Phil Mulford – Contrebasse
Al Cherry – Guitare
Will Fry – Percussions
Ola Onabulé – Voix

Que diable
Ola Onabule © 2018

PAROLES :

We go through, never go round
Always headed up, we don't do down
Oh yeah, everyday's a win, Losing is a sin,
Born to rule that higher ground

We never stop, We don't know how
We never change, No way, Not now!
Oh yeah, hope is for the weak, losers lucky streak
A dream is but a broken vow

Okay sometimes , We do at times,
Lose all that we held with our arms,
To murdered meaning.
Kings of new climes, turned slave to crimes
Rolling into sight from the past, slowly reckonings
We have...

And the tears from our eyes
flow to hearts long gone to seed
But we never sow love,
what the heck are we crying for.

Off to plant that flag,
Where we left those kids to bleed,
But we never grow peace,
what the heck are we dying for...

We go hard, or we go home
We get it done, locked in the zone.
Oh yeah we never compromise, don't apologise
Lead it all or stand alone.

We win big gain, we fear no pain
Don't be the target when we're taking aim
Yes, our goal is never missed, foolish to resist,
Be sure before you play our game

Maybe sometimes , We can at times,
Trade in what we get from our arms,
For murdered meaning.
Gods in our time, turned pawns to crimes
Rolling into sight from the past, brutal reckonings
We have…

And the tears from our eyes
flow to hearts long gone to seed
But we never sow love,
what the heck are we crying for.

Off to plant that flag,
Where we left those kids to bleed,
But we never grow peace,
what the heck are we dying for…
Dying for , what is more
What’s worth living for!

Tears from our eyes flow to
hearts long gone to seed
But we never sow love,
what the heck are we crying for.

Off to plant that flag,
Where we left those kids to bleed,
But we never grow peace,
what the heck are we dying for...

But if we meant to do that
what the heck we been waiting for...
When it’s easier than
kicking down an open door