Prosthetic Boombox

by Cola Boyy

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1.
Lyrics: There's a time in life yeah Where we're searching for answers I be asking myself bout a getaway plan Do I take a jet plane Should I learn to drive yeah Will I make it if I walk there Will I make it if I walk there Don't forget me Don't forget Don't forget your neighborhood x4 There's a time in life yeah Where we're searching for answers I be asking myself bout a getaway plan Do I take a jet plane Should I learn to drive yeah Will I make it if I walk there Will I make it if I walk there Don't forget me Don't forget Don't forget your neighborhood x2 Fight for your town, don't you let go Reach out and grab it more than just a memory Fight for your town with your fist closed Strike it and make it more than just a memory x3 Don't forget me Don't forget Don't forget your neighborhood x4 I love my neighborhood
2.
Mailbox 03:52
Lyrics: One, open it Two, read it Three, roll it in a ball Four, throw it away Five, forget about it Six, light a cigarette Seven, are you ready? Eight, let's go In my mailbox There's a letter Open it to see what's inside In my mailbox So many letters Paper stacking up to the sky What to do with it? Let's roll it up Roll it till we get so high No jury duty I ain’t showing up And the DMV could use one less in line Let me daydream Avoiding my responsibilities Let me daydream Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed In my mailbox There's a letter Open it to see what's inside In my mailbox So funny letters Telling me put my life on the line What to do with it? Let's burn it up Burn it till we get so high No active duty I ain't showing up I think the DMV just called me back in line Let me daydream Avoiding my responsibilities Let me daydream Once I'm done I'll get back up to speed Let me daydream One, open it Two, read it Three, roll it in a ball Four, throw it away Five, forget about it Six, light a cigarette Seven, are you ready? Eight, let's go One, open it Are you ready? Let's go
3.
Lyrics: This letter means she's walking out the door This letter means they're kicking down my door This letter means there is no food anymore And this letter means they're closing my store I'll pay them I'll feed us I'll win her back I won’t give up I'll pay them I'll feed us I'll win her back I won’t give up This notice means can't see the kids anymore This notice means I'm due to go to court This reminds me I'm not a kid anymore This notice means I've gotta pay support I'll pay them I'll feed us I'll win her back I won't give up I'll pay them I'll feed us I'll win her back I won't give up (I wonder why... take it all away... because I love you) You and I as long as we try We can make it all the way Make it all the way yeah because I love you (One more) Even I, I wonder why he would take it all away yeah Take it all away yeah because I love you
4.
Roses 03:23
Lyrics: Raised up Mud around her ankles Gap up in her front tooth Put me on her shoulders Took me to her brothers He made me puff a roller Finally in her garden She hands me a flower (it's black) There's a shower (there's a shower) Counting the seasons (counting the seasons) Till that black rose (till that black rose) Blooms again There's a shower (there's a shower) Counting the seasons (counting the seasons) Till that black rose (till that black rose) Blooms again Raised up (blooms again) Mud around her ankles (blooms again) Gap up in her front tooth (blooms again) Put me on her shoulders Took me to her brothers (oh yeah) He made me puff a roller (I'm gassed) Finally in her garden (at last) She hands me a flower (it's black) There's a shower (there's a shower) Counting the seasons (counting the seasons) Till that black rose (till that black rose) Blooms again There's a shower (there's a shower) Counting the seasons (counting the seasons) Till that black rose (till that black rose) Blooms again There's a shower (there's a shower) Counting the seasons (counting the seasons) Till that black rose (till that black rose) Blooms again
5.
Lyrics: Life's fulfilling right now (another dime) Thanks for fixing the house (another time) It's the friends that we lose (never die) Gets me thinking of you Life's fulfilling right now (Half to six bout another dime) Thanks for fixing the house (Pass the drink but another time) It's the friends that we lose (Sentiments that'll never die) Gets me thinking of you (Rest in peace to another life) Arrow! Arrow! Arrow! Arrow! Let's just say it right now (Sidewalk tripping for the last time) Thanks for kicking me out (But I'm just tripping for the last time) Oh we can do it up Yeah we can do it up Yeah yeah yeah Sidewalk tripping for the last time But I'm just tripping for the last time Sidewalk tripping for the last time But I'm just tripping for the last time Arrow! Arrow! Arrow! Arrow! Life's fulfilling right now (another dime) Thanks for fixing the house (another time) It's the friends that we lose (never die) Gets me thinking of you
6.
Lyrics: Dancing Bullets flying but we keep on Dancing Tripping on my feet but I am Dancing You can do it Dancing Come in from below They'll think we're Dancing Picking my afro out while I'm Dancing You can do it It's alright if you move Crack the walls with outrage and love I'm in love in love in love in love Dancing The way you do it tells me why you're Dancing Red ain't black it's in your eyes that's Dancing You can do it There's a lesson to be (learned) There's a lesson to be (learned) There's a lesson to be (learned) There's a lesson to be There's a lesson to be It's alright if you move Crack the walls with outrage and love I think I'm in love Dancing Can you feel it what I mean by Dancing The club is full but we're outside still dancing You can do it Dancing The moves we make in death they'll still be Dancing Bringing us back to life forever Dancing You can do it It's alright if you move Crack the walls with outrage and love I think I'm in love Ooh yeah yeah
7.
Mink 02:38
Lyrics: (Cut like a guillotine) (Cut like a guillotine) I'm dead trick me out I'm dead pimp me out I'm dead in this cloud I'm dead Feels like I can't find enough If I keep running I will find enough Maybe this cloud will take me far enough One of these days I'll finally get just high enough He lives to turn you out He lives to make out He lives on his cloud He lives but he's dead inside (he's dead inside) When I say yeah yeah (yeah yeah) I said yeah yeah (yeah yeah) I say do doot do do (do do) I say do doot do do (do do) When I say yeah yeah (yeah yeah) I said yeah yeah (yeah yeah) I say do doot do do (do do) I say do doot do do (do do)
8.
Lyrics: Before I could walk or crawl I took some steps towards the darkness A faint memory is all The cold touch of the darkness The cold touch visits me every year I smoke cigs regardless One of these winters will take me And I'm scared cuz I'm godless Godless godless godless godless Godless god it's ordinary Honest honest ordinary All in all I'm ordinary We'll see how far I go before it's time to go Wether I die or thrive in what I do You'll read about it You'll hear about it soon When I was so very small I had to speak with the darkness A faint voice I recall The cold whisper of darkness The cold whisper comes to me every year Reminding me of a promise That one of these winters will take me And I'm scared cuz I'm godless Godless godless godless godless Godless god it's ordinary Honest honest ordinary All in all I'm ordinary We'll see how far I go before it's time to go Wether I die or thrive in what I do You'll read about it You'll hear about it soon I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless I'm scared of the darkness I'm scared cuz I'm godless
9.
Go the Mile 03:49
Lyrics: Sitting in the sports arena Daydreaming about what never could be Sitting in the sports arena And you don't, you don't understand Go the mile let him take your hands Come along, I’ll show you the path It's the deepest place inside of you I sold my soul at twelve years old Now in his mold the deal he still holds Sitting in the sports arena It's taking way too long I'm dying here My clothes are going out of style here Don't you know I belong under those lights I belong on the other side Next to my own burning phoenix light It's the mile not the phoenix light I sold my soul at twelve years old Now in his mold the deal he still holds
10.
Lyrics: You don't have to walk and feel those eyes You don't have to strut and feel them stare You don't have to walk You don't have to talk Every single day it's just the same You don't have to walk You don't have to talk You don't have to strut and feel them stare When I was a boy I was criticized Now I flipped it and I'm happy inside My neckerchief is tight My shorty's looking bright Everything is taking flight today You don't have to walk You don't have to talk You don't have to strut and feel them stare You don't have to walk (you don't have to walk) You don't have to talk (you don't have to talk) You don't have to strut and feel them stare (you don't have to strut and feel them stare) I see them looking down on my dreams of being I hear them making fun of my voice But I keep on moving forward I refuse to live in anyone else's shadow Light me up a smoke I'll be ok Bring me my guitar and I'll dream away I'm a new man compared to the old me Don't believe it then just listen to this You don't have to walk You don't have to talk You don't have to strut and feel them stare You don't have to walk (you don't have to walk) You don't have to talk (you don't have to talk) You don't have to strut and feel them stare (you don't have to strut and feel them stare)

about

There’s liberation on the dance floor in the songs of Matthew Urango – glimpses of revolution that glimmer beneath the disco ball. “I want my music to bring people together,” says the Californian pop innovator, best known as Cola Boyy. “Because standing together is our best chance at fighting this shit show.” The shit show in question is a broken, brutal system the acclaimed multi-instrumentalist has witnessed up-close. Urango was born with spina bifida and scoliosis in Oxnard, California: a town in which almost 30,000 are estimated to live in poverty. Prosthetic Boombox, his eagerly awaited debut album, might at first glance seem a joyous confetti-burst of pop eclecticism, engineered to sound like “scanning between stations on a car radio, landing on all these different sounds and styles” as Urango puts it. Dig deeper, though, and you’ll discover a simmering sense of rebellion. “The working class are injured, struggling to pay rent and struggling to put food on the table,” he says. “I want to represent that.” Prosthetic Boombox achieves that goal in a thrilling flurry of inventive indie, funk and soul: take Urango’s car radio analogy, place it in a time-travelling Delorean with Prince in the passenger seat, and you’re half-way there. 

Look no closer than Prosthetic Boombox’s euphoric opener, the Avalanches-assisted ‘Don’t Forget Your Neighborhood.’ The track – which Urango says mixes “the Beach Boys, French disco, house keys and ragtime piano, kinda like the Cheers soundtrack!” – ends with lyrics urging listeners to “fight for your town with your fist closed, strike it and make it more than just a memory.” It’s a reminder that the working classes need to “turn our fists against our oppressors instead of each other,” he explains. After that emphatic introduction comes a horn-laced funk wig-out titled ‘Mailbox’ – a song that gives Dua Lipa’s Future Nostalgia a run for its Studio 54-themed money, featuring rising Londoner JGrrey. Elsewhere, ‘Song For The Mister’ ventures into smooth R&B territory, before ‘Roses’ – a collaboration with Myd of Ed Banger fame – offers a bouquet of bustling disco guitars and Infinite Bisous of Connan Mockasin’s band drops in on the immaculate ‘Go The Mile’. Urango saves his most introspective moment for the album’s starry closer. ‘Kid Born In Space’, a cosmic collaboration with MGMT frontman Andrew VanWyngarden, sees the artist reflect on what he once had to overcome as a disabled person of colour. “I see them looking down on my dreams of being,” he sings tenderly. “I hear them making fun of my voice, but I keep on moving forward, I refuse to live in anyone else’s shadow.” Prosthetic Boombox, on this subject, is more than an album title – it’s a statement of intent.

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released June 18, 2021

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Cola Boyy Oxnard, California

Matthew Urango, aka Cola Boyy, is coming from Oxnard, California. He was discovered on the occasion of a concert in Los Angeles by Record Makers, the record label of Kavinsky and Sebastien Tellier.

Cola Boyy is an unusual and self-taught musician & singer. His very typical but natural voice is the consequence of a disability from birth.
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