Maia Friedman - "First To Love" 
from upcoming album "Under The New Light" out on Last Gang Records March 11 
http://lnk.to/firsttolove

www.maiafriedman.com

(Music credits)
Written by Maia Friedman, Tom Deis and Peter Lalish
Engineered by Dan Molad, with Additional engineering by D. James Goodwin and Pete Min
Produced by Dan Molad, Maia Friedman, Tom Deis and Peter Lalish
Mixed by Joe Visciano
Mastered by Taylor Deupree

Maia Friedman - Vocals, Synthesizer, Pocket Piano, Electric Guitar
Tom Deis - Synthesizer, Piano
Peter Lalish - Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar
Dan Drohan - Drums
Dan Molad - Drums, Bass Guitar, Vocals


(Lyrics)
If I were the first to love
You’d be the first to be loved
Wait as the roots find their way
They’ll grow deeper with each passing day

Look as the clouds pass overhead
I will count them till the daylight ends
It will take more than one try
We will wait for a brighter sky

Peel away, keeping me up through the night
I’ll be ok, be whatever you like
Fall away, I’ll stay with you by your side
Escape, be whatever you like

There is a way that you move
Through the spaces in front of you
Filling the room with light
I can watch you with unflinching eyes

It takes one more try
With each passing night
Each passing day
Each passing night


Artwork by Maia Friedman
Layout/design by Liz Cowling and Jeremy White

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Deep in the enchanted forest, when shadows grow long and ancient things stir, a witch emerged with words that would seal Ilangoria's fate. This haunting prophecy speaks of choices that cannot be undone and prices that must be paid in full.
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The witch's cryptic warning becomes Ilangoria's roadmap through a world where every decision carries deadly consequences. In darkness absolute, with no stars to guide her way, only the flame within her heart offers any hope of survival.
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Warning: Contains folklore of the undead and corrupted beings. Not for the faint of heart.

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