Label: Studio 60 Records/ Zulla Creations
Songwriter: Radio Vine
Producer: Sir Zulla, Radio Vine
Release Date: Febuary 8th 2012
Length: 4:55, 3:40 (Radio Edit)
Airplay (Release): Febuary 10th 2012
Vinyl (Release): Febuary 12th 2012
Digital Download: Febuary 8th 2012
Album: Invention of Me (Avaliable Now!)
Avaliable: Vinyl, Airplay, Digital Download, MP3, Audio CD

Radio Vine album Invention of Me was the base and the structure of a woman who she felt she was finally finding the right and true art in her after struggling so many years with her past and childhood. Her approach to this genre of slow ballad that went deeply into her soul and her listeners and sanes even loved the sound that was so humble and the powerful vocals that Radio lead into the song and then crushed down with sorrow and tears, hearing in that voice that grew the power and strength when she came in touch with herself and finally admitted some things to herself that made this album one of her best work yet. She was the tough and very bizzare woman who made the industry turn their heads and realize she was a star in the making, but now- she wants to be a icon in the making of the true art that once defined her as Radio Vine and as a musician that will one day be remembered from her brutal and strong lyrics and messages that reforms her, music and her life.

The sound was very calming, but the stunning body and art of sound that came in focus to how Radio felt that day in the studio. She felt as if the world was all silent and the world meant so much to her, if only the world will take a moment to listen to smooth music and the sound that echos piano arrangements to her soft, but yet trapped powerful voice that is outspoken by the struggle and sincere in her lovely tune she provides for this one of a kind track. She wanted to see the album slowing down, but also give a message if not being alone, the mornings or the days you feel that nothing is going right; the struggle, heartbreak and tears. She gave a yet relaxing classical ballad, but give honestly and sweet movement to her yet finding herself in the worst times she felt no one was there for her. She gave guidance, truth and courage to her fans and listeners in this song with unique and touching lyrics of a true experience on a morning of her life where many mornings helped her thought this song that was the most favorite on the album. The impossible soul and passion in the chrous and verses was the touching but heartfelt pain of Radio. She gives the smoothness and the true soul in events to give the experience thought stunning arrangements of music. Radio take risk to give a ballad she was so into, even her voice showed her real art in such a hidden voice. She found the material and now she went on to sing one of the most touching songs on the album to maybe become one of her biggest single.

On the edge, looking down oceans crushing and
my tears are dropping down. The ways I felt
was like rain, rain coming down and I think
the strom wil never end. Running out of the war,
Hope I make out alive, not damaged from the ways
you all treated on me that Sunday Morning when I
rolled over and nothing was there.

The sun comes up and I still picture
hours to go before the angels to sing
a song for the day to come. To bring the
sun inside my room, saw faces I never seen before.
In a mist of fog, I see the ways I looked when the news
broke to me, she was gone. Shook the thoughts out of head,
I dont want to regret not going to see you.

Laying there, holding my hand, wishing you
would have been there to save you. But when the
times are flipped and you are still wondering
how the birds in the sky are flying to the southside
and you life is going downhill.

Sunday Mornings, it wasnt nothing like today,
Christmas eve will laughs and happiness are the
topics of the day. When music makes you feel peaceful,
and the blues are singing, I felt like my bed was the only
passion I had.

To stay, lying in my pillow, things will get
better, no matter what changes. My tear drops so slowly,
as my face breaks down, because I'm sick of crying
to the same who songs. People, outside, in slow motion I see,
lives are changing as behind me, a hand touches. I think
I need a angel to, save me. Grab me and protect me from
Sunday Mornings like this, where I feel like everything
is in my head and nothing it what it seems.

Sunday Mornings, I will get up and do it all over again.
My head is spinning out of control, I can only see visions
of a very cold world. Seems my love ones are dieing out of control,
I cant control, it's his will. I have go on like this.
Rivers are flowing, eyes are blinking, the angels are singing
and I'm on Sunday Morning, churchs are praising and Monday is waiting
for the heart of mines to be broken again.

Sunday's Morning, i dont feel free.

If I was to sleep without waking up, Only my promblems
will be staring me in the face. I'm in a big circle,
with reaching for me. In the mist of so many things,
I got losted, just thinking about my feelings.

Sunday's Morning, I feel like the ceiling, life
too high. I can barely see the ground.

Sunday's Mornings, I release all the pain,
to hopefully see the stars up in the vain
looking for a chance to remake me.

I may get up, looking around, wondering where I am,
but to see today is the biggest things I hope for. Sunday Morning
to the church singing and the angels dancing, I hope to see the clouds moving
with my names printed with a smile worth billions of tears that had to cry
on rough Sunday Mornings.