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I Think of You

 
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 'Secrets revealed in the haunting lyrics which transport you to a place inside you long to reach. A voice that lifts you far from your daily travails. Tajna means secret in many Slavic languages. She is a mystery that disarms you, awakens your inner passions, yearnings, leaves you wanting to know more. 
     Tajna’s myriad talents overtake you as you listen to her songs, each a record of her journey. Born in Sarajevo, raised in Germany, her vision is made manifest as you are allowed entry to her world. As her voice rises, you are lifted, buoyed to a realm of possibility.
      Tajna’s lengthy creative career spans the arts including acting, composing, singing, dancing. Listen as she bares her spirit in her songs, come to know her.' - Cary Abrams, poet & writer (NYTimes.com / The Local East Village Blog)

‘…eclectic cosmopolitan songwriter…’ – Lucid Culture

‘…Her voice embodies memories, one is almost taken on a journey into the other world. [...] breathtaking as she completely transforms into the character.’ – The NY Herald

 
 
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released September 30, 2011

All songs written and produced by Tajna Tanović 

Produced, Mixed & Engineered by John Davis
Recorded at The Bunker Studio, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Randy Merrill at Masterdisk
Executive Produced by Jack Sharkey

Musicians
Tajna Tanović | Lead & Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano, Percussion
John Davis | Electric & Upright Bass, Keyboards, Piano, Percussion
Aaron Nevezie | Electric Guitar, Glockenspiel
Dave Burnett | Drums & Percussion

© 2011 Tajna Tanović. All rights reserved.

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MOUNT EVEREST

Turn around so you don’t see me

‘Cause we’re not supposed to be

Turn around so you don’t see me

That’s how I want you to be

That’s how I need you to be

 

When you climb that hill you will be free

‘Cause those hours will pass without me

When you climb that hill you will be free

That’s how I want you to be

That’s how I need you to be

 

Turn the page and then think back of me

‘Cause maybe then you’ll be able to see

Turn the page and then think back of me

That’s how I want you to be

That’s how I need you to be

That’s how I want you to be

That’s how I need you

 

75 DEGREES SUNNY CHANCES OF RAIN

Scared of the perfect weather day

‘Cause that’s when they took my love away

He was standing by the window side

When they came and took him for a ride

 

This is for the lovers

Who are trying to stay sane

This is for those lovers

Your love is not in vain

 

Didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do

My love was gone, my life was through

And now I sit here and pray for the rain

To fall hard and wash away my pain

 

This is for the lovers

Who are trying to stay sane

This is for those lovers

Your love is not in vain

 

In the RaiNY City

Wait soft lips

Blue eyes

Crush you

My German past

 

Wet streets

Old house

Give it all, give it all

She takes it all, she takes it all

 

The last night in the raiNY City

 

Iron suitcase

Metal silver

Hearts not lonely

One night only

 

Water carer

My memory bearer

I’m still here

You’re not near, dear

 

The last night in the raiNY City

 

Take it all

She gives it all

 

I’m still here

You’re not near, dear

 

‘Cause it’s

The last night in the raiNY City

 

BURNING HOUSE

A house is burning

And I’m letting it go down

Inside you and I are about to die

Help this eye

This troubled eye

It cannot seem to find the golden crown

 

See the house and the grass and the sea

Where a boy played with fire by a tree

It went up in flames lighting the shore

Now you see them lying on the floor

 

A house is burning

And I’m letting it go down

Inside you and I are about to die

Help this eye

This troubled eye

It cannot seem to find the golden crown

 

And that house by the sea was free

When their spirits set off to flee

No books were written about that war

‘Cause no one knows what happened behind the closed door

 

A house is burning

And I’m letting it go down

Inside you and I are about to die

Help this eye

This troubled eye

It cannot seem to find the golden crown

 

I THINK OF YOU

Black lace

Black days

I think of you

 

Black lace

To cover my face

I think of you

 

If love was a religion

If love was a religion

If love was a religion

We would be saints

If love was a religion

We would be saints

 

Black lace

Black days

I think of you

 

Black lace

To cover my face

I think of you

 

 

From the EP "I Think of You", released September 30, 2011

Music & Lyrics by Tajna Tanović

© 2011 Tajna Tanović. All rights reserved.