Radios of Heaven

Album cover art for "Radios of Heaven" by Odds

Odds - Pop

Radios of Heaven

2 Plays

Duration: 4:08

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Now I rush to the finger of light I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me To make my exit pay-off Taste and smell and touch Have faded from pollution As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution The first thing I did when I got in gate Was crank up the left-hand dial I got there first The track star seemed to take a while Now I can dance like Nureyev With these wings on my body St. Peter complains that it's too loud down in the lobby And I hear the voice of God He's brillant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart Every word sung is both emotional & smart There's a gorgeous sunset Happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day So you behave And I hear the voice of God He's brillant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home At home

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Producers
  • Nigel the Cat