'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
show dates
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.
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.