Ola Onabulé – What The Heck
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Ola Onabulé is a British-Nigerian singer-songwriter. He sings in Jazz, World and Soul styles...
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What The Heck is from the album – ‘Point Less’
Available everywhere: https://radial.ffm.to/pointless
Including Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Tidal & Deezer
And on BandCamp here – http://olaonabule.bandcamp.com/album/point-less
Edited entirely in LumaFusion
On Rugged Ram Records,
Distributed by the Orchard
Written, produced and performed by Ola Onabulé
Mixed by George Whitty
Mastered by Hippy Baldwin at Metropolis, London
Video by Tayo Onabulé and Ola Onabulé
Follow Ola Onabulé
Website: http://www.olasmusic.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/olaonabuleofficial
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/ola_onabule
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/OlaOnabule
The Players
John Crawford – Piano
Chris Nickolls – Drums
Phil Mulford – Double Bass
Al Cherry – Guitar
Will Fry – Percussion
Ola Onabulé – Vocals
What The Heck
Ola Onabule © 2018
LYRICS : 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