Bells In Our Stomachs

by Maya Johanna

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Maya Johanna - Debut Album

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released August 18, 2015

Lyrics, Music and Lead Vocals: Maya Johanna
Production, Arrangements and Acoustic Guitar: Sun Tailor (Arnon Naor)
Electric Guitar: Maor Wiesel
Bass: Nitzan Eisenberg
Viola: Hadas A. Gat
Drums & Percussion: Issar Tenenbaum
Backup Vocals: Arnon Naor, Michal Guy, Alon Lotringer, Yaniv Horovitz
Recorded at Ha'Ogen Studios and Pluto Studios
Sound Engineer: Shlomi Gvili
Assistant Sound Engineer: Eyal Mahabad, Ofer Eshed

Additional Recordings: Sun Tailor Studio, Olier Studios (Sound engineer: Barak Olier)
Mix and Mastering: Ryan Freeland // Stampede Origin Studios

Cover Photos: Yanai Menachem
Album Artwork: Anna Dubinsky // Yafo Creative
Printing Production: Victor Levin
Creative Guidance: Shelly Goral
Booking: mayajohanna.music@gmail.com
PR: Juval Haring // Analog // Cuttingedge1984@gmail.com // www.analogpr.com
Distribution: Kame'a – Independent Music Group // asaf@kameamusic.co.il // +972-3-6006601

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Maya Johanna Tel Aviv Yafo, Israel

Titled one of the promising new indie folk artists and voices of Israel,
Tel Aviv based singer-songwriter Maya Johanna released her long awaited debut album "Bells In Our Stomachs" August 2015. It was produced by singer-songwriter and producer Sun Tailor, and mixed and mastered by acclaimed four-time Grammy award winner, Ryan Freeland. She is currently working on a new EP. ... more

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Track Name: Turn It On
Countdown to the sun
You can turn it on
Falling one by one
Soon they'll all be gone

And you can turn it on
You can turn it on
You can turn it
Turn it on
You can turn it on

Your hands touch the sky
Lighting up the spark
Keep them held up high
Keep us from the dark

And you can turn it on
You can turn it on
You can turn it
Turn it on
You can turn it on

Countdown to the sun
You can turn it on
Falling one by one
Soon they'll all be gone
Track Name: Born To Become
Catch it put it in a jar
To have and to hold
To save for later
You cannot trust it to come again
To wait for you to find a pen
And fill the paper with the message
That it wants to send
Grab it hold it by its tail
Before it escapes
You know its ways
And you cannot lose it
Thats what you fear
So hold it up against your ear
And very carefully listen
To what it wants you to hear
Find it sleeping in its nest
Before it wakes up
Touch it gently
You want it feeling completely calm
So you can hold it in your palm
And help it grow
Just like it was born to become
Come, come, come!
Track Name: Shallow Waters
Shallow waters
Don't jump, don't try to swim
Tongue tied and left alone, drowning
Words are too slim
Sometimes I want to drown
I want to dive head first
But shallow waters
Too clear to be mysterious
Too calm and clean
I'd like to have something to say
But sentences build up and float away
In my ocean mind - not so deep anymore
Shallow waters
Sometimes I want to drown
I want to dive head first
But shallow waters
Too clear to be mysterious
Too calm and clean
I think It's time I opened my mind
I think I'ts time to see what I find

Maybe I lost part of my brain
That would explain
Track Name: Bells In Our Stomachs
We build our prisons
Holes in the walls
Sunlight we hide from
To cover our faults
We alter actions
To suit what we fear
The colors slowly fading
Seals in our ears

But we can hear now
We can hear
Loud and clear
Bells in Our stomachs
When truth is here

Now we can hear
Loud and clear
Bells in Our stomachs
When truth is here

Possessions hold us
Full to the brim
The weights they keep us
From flight or from swim
How vast the fields are
The oceans and skies
We lose our sight of
Cover our eyes

But we can hear now
We can hear
Loud and clear
Bells in Our stomachs
When truth is here

Now we can hear
Loud and clear
Bells in Our stomachs
When truth is here
Track Name: Good Girl
Here comes the good girl
You'll drown slowly with her in command
Beautiful ships sink quietly
As You helplessly stand
Watch her as she takes hold
Of your lips and your tongue
The kiss of kindness is never
In anyone's eyes wrong

She's the queen of this courtyard
She never will fold
All the men, clowns and the horses
Their breaths they all hold
To her quiet but ever so carefully taken steps
She grabs any desire and chokes it to death

And you bow and say thank you
To the mistress of neat
For your soul feels unworthy to lay down at her feet
But the red fiery flames and the winds that blow colder
The blackness of devils that sit on your shoulder
Are all that the good girl will ever request
Yet her own presence keeps her from ending her quest
All the holy and white are her curse and her fail
Denied of all pleasures of going to hell

Here comes the good girl
Butterflies tied to the edge of her dress
Hovers above the black ground
Without making a mess
Dirty your hands send to hold her
As she brushes your skin
Never the distance between you and god
Has seemed this thin

And you bow and say thank you
To the mistress of neat
For your soul feels unworthy to lay at her feet
But the red fiery flames and the winds that blow colder
The blackness of devils that sit on your shoulder
Are all that the good girl will ever request
Yet her own presence keeps her from ending her quest
All the holy and white are her curse and her fail
Denied of all pleasures of going to hell
Track Name: Song For Tom
Fear not the cold
For riddles shall unfold
And we were young and bold
We had our secrets

Pull up your shades and see
The seedlings' now a tree
And all that's wild is free
And so are we now

Our home lies dark and dead
Our kitchen and our bed
These knives they cut and shred
Inside my stomach

The wind it heals and mends
And though the story ends
Remember we were friends
And that I loved you