GAYA

by Gaya

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released June 21, 2015

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Gaya Dubai, UAE

Independent singer-songwriter Gaya makes anthemic, highly eclectic, but deeply personal music. Her debut album ‘The Unknown’ was crowdfunded & raised over $23,000 in 10 days. One of the highest rated unsigned artists to date by RollingStone ME, Gaya spent the last year touring the States & Asia, collaborated with Grammy-winner Joss Stone,became a RedBull music artist & a TEDx speaker & performer. ... more

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Track Name: Fake It Till You Make It
Run that race
find the trace
left behind
before our time

Fight face on
Beat that drum
Raise that flag
Stand your ground

Fake it Till You Make It

Build that floor
And the boys will dance with you
Break that mould
Cuz it won't last if it ain't you

Cuz the hands just keep on spinning
Cut your losses walk out grinning
The ones you spend their time alone
will find that time is theirs to mould

Fake it Till You Make It

And those tear stains on your pillow
are the marks of a champion
courage comes in all shapes & forms
We are the ones to beat

Fake it Till You Make It
Track Name: Marble Moon
Break down little child
Tomorrow we'll all disappear 
You can stare, love and desire the moon
But you can never capture him

So break down
Surrender
His beauty is the only thing 
that'll keep us from waging this war of worlds 

Marble Moon

A moment before the apocalypse
We stand on the shores of battle
And you appear from a blanket of clouds
To mesmerize
To unify
To stop us dead in our tracks and say

Break down little child
Tomorrow we'll all disappear 
You can stare, love and desire the moon
But you can never capture him

So break down
Surrender
His beauty is the only thing 
that'll keep us from waging this war of worlds 

Marble Moon
Track Name: The Boys Who Cried Love
Wars were fought & lands were sought
Flags & bras were burned
fortunes fell & tricks were turned
We sent our men to the moon
And our women got to choose

But the wolves still howl at unholy desire
Hustling the words of the saints & the friars
and yet no one mourns the souls on the pyre
of the boys who cried love

The words of the poets who died paupers washed up on the shore
Even anonymous hate found a nice little place to grow
Closets ache with men dressed in shame
Waiting in the wings
Cuz the only save is a shot at fame

But the wolves still howl at unholy desire
Hustling the words of the saints & the friars
and yet no one mourns the souls on the pyre
of the boys who cried love