1. |
Oh!
02:35
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Oh when I say something
I wish I had shut up (Oh!)
And when I try to help,
I always screw things up (Oh!)
The places that feel right,
They never last too long (Oh!)
And when I think of things,
They always turn out wrong
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
Oh when I say something,
Nobody backs me up (Oh!)
When I try by myself,
I mess it up (Oh!)
Oh when they say something
You always suck it up (Oh!)
And when I try to help
It never is enough
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh!
What can I do, what can I do?
What can I say, what can I say?
What can I do, what can I do?
Nothing changes it’s all the same
Why do I say something
Say anything at all (Oh!)
It seems that when I try
I always take the fall (Oh!)
But when I don’t speak up
There’s nothing but regret (Oh!)
I can’t stop thinking of
What could’ve happened next
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2. |
Growing Up
03:06
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Growing up isn’t something we can make happen when we want it to
But since we’re all growing up together I guess I’ll grow up
with you
We can take turns taking the reins
Lean on each other when we need some extra strength
We’ll never cave or we’ll never waver
We’ll always become braver and braver
We’ll dance like nobody’s there
We’ll dance without any cares
We’ll talk bout problems we share
We’ll talk bout things that ain’t fair
We’ll sing bout things we don’t know
We’ll sing to people and show
What it means to be young
And growing up
Under the table, we’ll whisper
in each other’s ears
We’ll share our hopes and dreams, and all our other
greatest fears
And when we get burned from
jumping in the fire
We’ll never tire, cause we’ll
always find ways to fly higher
I make as many good memories as I can
When there are nights I can’t sleep, it’s okay in the end
I know what I do now makes
me me
Wherever we go, wherever we
go we...
We’ll take the good with the bad
All of the times that we’ll have
Make every moment last
We’ll have each other’s backs
Cause in the end we don’t know
We don’t know where we will go
We don’t know, so
There’s still a little more
Growing up
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3. |
Talking To Myself
02:22
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When I talk to myself
I think about the things that
No one ever talks about like
How life just keeps on givin’
Despite all my bad decisions
I’m still here and I’m still livin’
I used to always
Complain about
Trapped in a maze
I could not get out
We’re all talking to ourselves
About things we cannot help
So talk to me
Cause I’m talking to myself
When you talk to yourself
Do you think about the things that
Flood your head full of doubt
Like when you cannot stop stressin’
About all the wrong directions
And your head just won’t stop spinnin’
I’m just stuck in this one
moment
It keeps replaying in my mind
I can’t keep on runnin’ from it
And now it’s wasting all my time
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4. |
Fine
02:02
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You hear us shouting but you don’t feel a word
You know we’re dying but you say that we’re cured
You keep on going, you think it’s fine
You think it’s fine
You tell us it’s fine
It’s not fine
It’s
Not
Fine
It’s
Not
Fine
You hear the shouting but you say it’s absurd
The things you say are more than just words
You keep on talking, you think it’s fine
You hear the shouting but you don’t feel a word
You see the lying, say our vision is blurred
Tell me it’s nothing, ha, you tried
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5. |
Nino
01:49
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I have a cat
His name is Nino
He’s a savage cat
Killer of mice and rats
Nino, Nino, Nino the savage cat
Killer of mice and rats
Gentleman by day
Hunter by night
Friendliest cat you’ll meet
Will protect you with all his might
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6. |
Why
02:19
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I look up and see the sun
I didn’t want it anyway
So I just drown out everything
Cause I cannot feel this way
So I just lay here all alone
All alone, I was okay
So I just lay here on my own
Now on my own, I just
Cry
Myself away
Why
Can’t it just be that way
Up against us, there’s a wall,
And it just won’t go away
I really want to make it fall,
It refuses to give way
In my notebook we can touch,
We just hug, hang out all day
In my notebook, there is love
Love that always makes me
Cry
I just shout and never sing
No one likes it anyway
So I just drown out everything
But it will not go away
And so we keep going on
Though no one gets it anyway
Cause why should we follow along
If will just make us
Cry
The sun came out
I shoved it out
Who wants it now
Anyway
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7. |
Cuántas Veces
03:13
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La inseguridad
El malestar
Ellos burlandose
De como yo soy
Cuántas veces tengo que decir
Ya estoy harta de sentirme asi
Soy diferente
No como los demás
Y no todo el mundo
Me va entender
Todos somos perfectos
En todas formas y hechos
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8. |
Remember
03:39
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When I look up I see the sky and it seems so far and why
Doesn’t it look back at me?
I know that it’s right there and it’s just a bunch of air
So what don’t I see?
Maybe tomorrow will be bigger, brighter, bolder
But maybe today was just the calm before the storm
Maybe tomorrow will be bigger, brighter, bolder
So maybe today won’t matter anymore
I can’t remember the first thing I did today
And I can’t remember why I tried to run away
And I don’t wanna go where it’s too late
And I haven’t yet grown so I think I’m gonna stay
I try to speak but there’s no sound, so what do I do now
That no one hears me?
Do I still have a voice? Can I still make some noise?
Well, just wait and see
I wished upon a star
But wishing only takes you so far
I reached out for a new start
Before it all began to fall apart
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9. |
Magic
02:36
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If I were invisible,
No one would judge me for
wanting to be by myself
But I’m already invisible
Enough without anybody else’s help
If I could go back in time,
And just change that one thing
Maybe now would be different
But part of me would always be missing
What if magic were real
What if magic revealed
Something nobody would ever
Wish upon themselves
Or anybody else
Maybe reality is better?
If I could just read your mind
I might finally know just how you feel
But what there’s if something
I find
And what if that something’s way too real
What I could soar and fly
Above all my problems and
mistakes
But soon time would just pass me by
And I’d feel too far away
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10. |
Racist, Sexist Boy
01:49
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Racist, sexist boy, you are a
Racist, sexist boy, you play with
Really dangerous toys,
Fake dance, shoot, and destroy
You are a racist, sexist boy.
You say mean stuff and
You close your mind to
Things you don’t like
You turn away from
what you don’t wanna see
Racist, sexist boy, you are a
Racist, sexist boy, and you have
Racist, sexist joys
We rebuild what you destroy
You are an racist, sexist boy.
You say mean stuff and
You close your mind to
Things you don’t like
You turn away from
what you don’t wanna hear
Poseur
Riffraff
Jerkface
Hater
Racist, sexist boy, you are a
racist, sexist boy!
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The Linda Lindas Los Angeles, California
Half Asian / half Latinx. Two sisters, a cousin, and their close friend. The Linda Lindas channel the spirit of original punk, power pop, and new wave through today's ears, eyes, and minds.
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