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"If you are the big tree - we are the small axe" - Bob Marley

For Aleah these are words to live by.  She brings emotionally charged lyrics together with an "in your face" attitude to leave you with an indelible image.  Loaded with layers of distinct harmonies, innovative vocal phrasings and blunt lyrics -- her blend of blues, trip hop, and alternative can tantalize provoke, and even infuriate.  There's no doubt that Aleah D'Kos has arrived.  She's got baggage.  She's got attitude.  She's got talent.  She's got a small axe.

 
1. play with Real Media  Artificial Daisy - In your face seduction, rock on!  [lyrics]
2.
play with Real Media  Tastes Like Honey - Alternative rock gives an edge to the bitter words. 
                      Achieved significant radio play in Eastern Canada.  [lyrics]
3.
play with Real Media  Float Away - An easy rock waltz to dance right out the door to.  [lyrics]
4. 
play with Real Media  Plenty - A hint of blues and gospel frame this quest for inner peace.  
                      This tune is seeing added plays to Canadian College Radio charts.  [lyrics]
5.
play with Real Media  Alive - Dreamy ballad celebrates awakening emotions.  [lyrics]
6.
play with Real Media  Jade - Funky tune deceptively leads you down to a dark childhood memory [lyrics]
7.       Get Back To Me -          [lyrics]
8.       Too Pissed To Pout -     [lyrics]

 

LYRICS: 

 

ARTIFICIAL DAISY - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

Hi my name is crafty
I'm a cold deceitful bitch
I've got no reason to like you
But I'm bored so here's the pitch
I went and made friends with your girly
And she just didn't have a clue
That I was bold faced lyin' when I told her
I'm just delighted for the two of you

Can't blame a girl for tryin' 
Didn't like the back of the line

[chorus] I had your girlfriend now can I have you
Don't I do everything to prove to you
I ain't got no class and I ain't got no luck
I ain't too pretty but I fuss.

I like to be seen where I ain't seen in the darkness
I get away with shit the light would not put up with
Just like your girl couldn't see, my strategy
It's a trick you see
I've had her, now will you have me

I've been here in your face
Just tryin' to give you a taste

[chorus]

Happy Birthday.  I'll be slutty
Toss your safety, you can trust me
I'm an artificial daisy

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TASTE'S LIKE HONEY - words by Aleah D'Kos, music by Aleah D'Kos & Carl Brady

I like to lay low
If you don't like it that's okay
I don't expect you to see everything my way
I'm not the keeper you sought
You've got your squeeze in a knot
But those loose ends you've got
Are frayed anyway

[chorus] I like to lay low
'Cause baby I know how bitter words taste like honey
Served on a gold plate
Those hungry can't wait
Don't feel the pain 'til the poison goes down
I like to lay low
'Cause baby I know how bitter words taste like honey
Served on a gold plate
Those hungry can't wait, they can't wait
'Til they taste that honey

You call me paranoid
But I say I'm aware
You, the grim reaper maintain I should not be scared
But what good's consolment like that
When the rumors that go around
Ain't never gonna cut me no slack

[chorus]

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FLOAT AWAY - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

I can't take this, not knowing whether I'm 
Gonna make it, whether I'll be alright
Without you here to keep my soul quiet
I'm full of fear
I wish that I could float away

Float away back into yesterday

My mind's sayin' my heart has gone numb
Because I based these feelings on 
Something other that love
My compassion built us a home and
The truth took it down
I wish that I could float away

Float away back into yesterday

So if you think I don't care
You're reading me wrong, reading me wrong
How the hell did I get here
Shouldn't I be long gone

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PLENTY - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

Got a need
To feel as beautiful as I see everyone else
To be plenty and still within myself
To be thirsty, not too far from the well
Should this peace
Surface in me and the devils do descend
I will strip these layers from my tired skin
I'll unearth the core and I will linger deep
In the soul I put to sleep

Why can't I have this for myself
Why must I envy someone else
I write the angry words the child couldn't dispel
I had plenty
I told them to myself

She is near
The epitome of all I want to be
She is faceless, she is infinite I fear
She has made my bed and sent me there in tears

Will it be always
I fight this intruder creeping through me
Will it be always
I endure my own self cruelty
I'd sell my soul to have one day without a demon sound
Lift me up just once so I can finally look down

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ALIVE - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

Do you feel that you have seen deep enough into me
Look closer, if I hinder you, will you proceed
Into this unfamiliar territory where I'm crawling?
Pray that rapture shelters you and I

Sense my fears, intoxicate me with your trust in me
I'm fumbling in front of you, in front of me
I know nothing of love has quenched my thirsty soul
Had called for you and you are here and precious love

Touch me now that I'm alive

Take my hand, I've always wanted to be loved by you
Can melt the ice in me, I long to be set
Freedom came to me a mystery, in what you are to me
And that's why I want more and more to feel you

Touch me now that I'm alive

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JADE - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

I feel that it went too far
Nobody ever asked me if I could wait that long
I feel that you let me down
I was following your footsteps and they led me on

Sugar, sugar, sugar
Don't need you in my world

My name is Jade
And my bed is made
Come over and play at my house
Guess I misread your visit
The one you put in on my pull out bed
My name is Jade
And my bed is made
Come over and play at my house
Lovin' you felt like work today
I should've got paid
My name is Jade

Are you okay?
Who's kissin' it better now?
Why don't you wanna say?
Why are you takin' the roundabout?
Well I promise not to bother
And I promise I'm not gonna be a drag
You don't owe me anything brother
We'll just wipe the slate clean with this dirty rag

You're startin' to look a little like a back door man
Feels just like I've been slammed
In like a lion, out like a mouse
You laid a lot more that your hat at my house

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GET BACK TO ME  - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

I’m lying lonely in this empty bed
since you’ve decided that you’d pass
scared the ingredients well cooked inside my head
would up and kick you in the ass

It used to go deep
now I don’t even know what I’m doin’ here
you’ll tell me it’ll come around again
when there’s no more tears
why can’t you accept that life is messy man
I don’t hide my hands

I miss the days when it was natural
if we were afraid it was natural
but now you just can’t stay
for an imperfect day
get back to me when you can

‘cause if you just can’t take it then there’s the door
I’m so fuckin’ tired of not knowin’ what you need me for
you haven’t been a bed of roses either yourself
but I’ve never stopped needing everything that makes you you

you don’t believe the damage that it’s done
you’re Sunday driving over the signs
the more certain of your absence I am
the more likely my need
in time will fade away.

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Too Pissed To Pout - words & music by Aleah D'Kos

I feel so low down, ‘cause don’t nobody want me
don’t have a card here left to play
I feel so shutdown, ain’t nothin’ here that sparks me
I close my eyes and slip away

[chorus] why oh why can’t I get a little by
just a little’s all I want but uh uh
no way I don’t get to play
and it gets to me, it gets to me
I’ve got a dollar but it’s not the right design
it makes me jealous of a dime
why do some get all the glory
tough luck, same old story

I know how it feels to cry, when do I get to fly
I’ve had every other ride, when do I get to fly
just a little peek at the big blue sky
before I have to die, when do I get to fly

don’t mean to let it show
anger on a girl ain’t pretty, no doubt
but I’m way too pissed to pout
I guess that’s what happens when you sit and stare
from your nowhere at your something
no one gives two shits about

[chorus]

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