Biography:
MAÏA VIDAL uses violins, accordion, guitar, percussion, toy instruments and her distinctive, moving voice to compose and arrange her own unique music.
She blends modern, confident songwriting with shades of old world melodies, and takes us on a journey that is at once sweet and painfully honest, yet never loses its sense of wonderment.
God Is My Bike, a fresh and surprisingly mature debut album for such a young artist, was recorded in Barcelona.
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Am D Bm E
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Am D Bm E
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
Am D Bm E
I saw you standing there, and I asked you for a light
I slyly touch my hair, you looked as I hoped you might
I throw my head back as I laugh, I touch your arms look into your eyes
We'll say some words some words that I'll forget, we both know they're mostly lies
The dialogue starts to lag, the smokes are burning down
We do a little calculation and suggest we get another round
But as the music swells you take your chance to bend in close as if to hear
But then you say 8 magic words,
"do you want to get out of here?"
And i say
Am D Bm E
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
You probably think she's being bad
or that she's going straight to hell
But this is just a girl who wants,
who's not afraid to help herself
Cause every boy she's ever known
Is just a peach and as sweet as pie
So how could you hope to say no
when you see him walking by
and she says
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Am D Bm E
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
Am D Bm E
I saw you standing there, and I asked you for a light
I slyly touch my hair, you looked as I hoped you might
I throw my head back as I laugh, I touch your arms look into your eyes
We'll say some words some words that I'll forget, we both know they're mostly lies
The dialogue starts to lag, the smokes are burning down
We do a little calculation and suggest we get another round
But as the music swells you take your chance to bend in close as if to hear
But then you say 8 magic words,
"do you want to get out of here?"
And i say
Am D Bm E
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
You probably think she's being bad
or that she's going straight to hell
But this is just a girl who wants,
who's not afraid to help herself
Cause every boy she's ever known
Is just a peach and as sweet as pie
So how could you hope to say no
when you see him walking by
and she says
Follow me, why don't you follow me?
Down to the street and then back to my house
Watch your step! I'm number 1B
Come on in and I'm sorry for the mess
Maija Vilkkumaa
Maika Makovski
Maike Rosa Vogel
Maikel De La Riv (...)
Maine Mendoza
Maita Vende Ka
Maj Karma
Maja Keuc
Majandra Delfino
Majda Sepe