NAIA

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NAIA is a global experimental collaboration between vocalist Malena Pérez (P-Vine, Mobilee, Objektivity) and electronica/bass producers FIRST AID, Stiver, blacksix and Godfather Sage. Moody, reflective and deep, the first release is a four-track downtempo EP infused with soulful, melancholic vocals, expansive chords and driving basslines. Thematically, NAIA explores the shadow side of human emotion while planting seeds of healing.

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released 07 January 2014
All words and vocals by Malena Pérez
Publishing: Cubanita Groove Music (BMI) & Noisy Meditation Music (BMI)
Executive Producer: Kian Asamoah
Mastered by Macc for Subvert Central
Photography by Shannon McCollum
Art Design by Clayton Jones

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Track Name: Fall
trees are turning, leaves are blowing
thru the hair i just shaved
and i find myself thinking about you
cause it's hard to tell what's goin on
i can barely read you when you're open
and now closed you are

nothing mattered, all i wanted
was a happy ending
but we got there a little too soon
and this complicated fabrication
of your journey to yourself
has left our lovelight no room

and it's hard to tell what's goin on
i can barely read you when you're open
and now closed you are
yeah it's hard to tell what's goin on
i can barely read you when you're open
and now closed you are

trees are turning, leaves are blowing
thru the hair i just shaved
and i find myself thinking about you

violet morning following shadows
of the hell we both made
but i'm feeling more steady without you
and i seem to hear you in my mind
i been talking to you like you're right here
ever how closed you are

and it's hard to tell what's goin on i been
it's hard to tell
it's hard to tell what's goin on i been
it's hard to tell

and it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell
and it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell
Track Name: Curtains
when the curtains have closed
it will be too late for retribution
when the curtains have closed
it will be too late, too late for retribution

when the curtains have closed

they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home

but when the curtains have closed
it will be too late for retribution
when the curtains have closed
it will be too late

they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
they're still calling you home
Track Name: Tuned In
there were the times when we'd go
there were the times when we'd fall
there were the times
there were the times when we'd go
there were the times

i just can't get it out of my head
i just don't know what to do
all you really need to do is this
you've got to follow the advice of a doctor

then someone, someone said
let thy food be thy medicine and thy medicine be thy food
was it hippocrates
such a better reality isn't it
such a more peaceful reality

there were the times when we'd go
Track Name: Simple
i used to think that i could collect love
tethered in diamonds, swirling perfume
i used to think that life would forget its sister
like everyone's favorite yellow balloon
da da da da da, da da da da

i used to think that i could collect love
but truth only whispers when i'm alone mmmm
and simple is better, nothing is more
simple is better, nothing, nothing is more

i used to think that i could collect love