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Paul Korda's Writing
Here are the lyrics to songs that are included in the forthcoming CD "SEEDS". "The Language of Love" ,''Underhanded" are the first ones recorded  with the help of guitarist Chris Spedding .  Chris played on the first album I ever recorded "Passing Stranger'' in the early seventies, and it was good playing together again. Everything on ''The Language of Love'' was one take, guitar, vocals, and even when I wrote the song, every chord sequence, lyric and arrangement all was one time and 'meant to be'! Check out Kimberly J. Bright's biographical book about Chris entitled "Reluctant Guitar Hero" .

                                                                               

                                                     Here is Chris recording in my studio "The Dump".

                                  
                                            

                
Click on the titles to hear LoFi (radio quality) mp3 version of the tracks
    from the forthcoming 2008 CD "Seeds"

  

                    Return to Innocence
                              (Come in from the Rain)           
                         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

 


 The Language of Love
(Paul Korda)
  © Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's permission

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....

 Underhanded 
   (Paul Korda)
    © Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's permission                                                         

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.......

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........

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.

I Wait for You
 (Paul Korda)  
 © Paul Korda Music
Not to be reproduced without author's 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.

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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