The name of the group was inspired from the Cebuano word "kinaiya" which translates to one's inner character and personality. Subsequently, it can also sound like the Tagalog word "kaya" which means having the fighting spirit and drive to achieve specific goals.
2. Kaia Wilson is a musician from Portland, Oregon, best known as a founding member of both Team Dresch, a revered 1990s queercore punk band and The Butchies, a pop-rock spin-off from her solo work. In addition to singing, songwriting and guitar, Wilson co-established and operated Mr. Lady Records.
3. KAIA is a Norwegian music maker. She makes pop in a very wide sense of the genre, a bit of this and a bit of that forms a distinctive Kaia-sound. She recently released her first single "Peanuts and Jellybeans" and her debut-album is due August.
4. Kaia is a female vocal ensemble from Bloomington, Indiana that performs what it describes as "world music from the raucous to the sublime." The group currently includes eight women. It has released several live recordings of its concerts. The 2012 album Freedom Land is its first studio effort.
5. Kaia is a singer/songwriter from South London. She has taken musical influences from artists such as Nina Simone, Sohn, Laura Mvula and D'angelo.
Disease
Kaia Lyrics
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I say there's something I should tell you
Before I let you go
I hate telling jagged truths
But if we're porcelain we'll be smooth
Uh oh
Don't leave me in the dark
I met someone on New Year's Eve
Just thought that you should know
Silence, horrible silence
Silence on the other end
A muffled break and then
I think I gotta go
And then he hangs up the phone
We should have had a conversation
On Christmas Day
We could've saved ourselves from
Communication catastrophe
Two kids playing telephone
With paper cups and fragile string
It's festering
Our communicative disease
He finds his way to me by voicemail five
He says he'll listen
But there's shadows in his eyes
Then he does that thing he knows I hate
He looks at me like I was born too late
I say, I know where we hide
We store our love behind our prides
Permission to speak freely, I
Think I could love you all my life
And I should have told you
What I told you now
On Christmas Day
We could've saved ourselves from
Communication catastrophe
Two kids playing telephone
With paper cups and fragile string
It's festering
Our communicative
He takes two minutes to process my defense
Three minutes to craft a response
He takes four minutes
To decide if he's really leaving this time
I know he won't
But this time I think he might
He says
I should've told you that I loved you
On Christmas Day
I could've saved us from catastrophe on New Year's Eve
Two kids playing telephone with paper cups and fragile string
Festering, always festering
Our communicative disease
He takes two minutes to let go of my hand
Three days, don't hear from him again
I know it's over by day four
One conversation
Nothing more
Nothing more
The lyrics to Kaia's song "Disease" explore the theme of miscommunication and the consequences it can have on a relationship. The first verse sets the stage with a phone call as the backdrop. The singer admits they have something important to share before letting go, but they struggle with revealing the truth in a straightforward manner. The use of the metaphor "if we're porcelain we'll be smooth" suggests a desire to present a polished facade rather than facing the emotional complexities head-on. The plea to not be left in the dark reveals the fear of uncertainty and the need for clarity.
The second verse introduces a new character, someone the singer met on New Year's Eve. Despite the meaningless nature of the connection, the singer feels like it's necessary to inform their partner about it. However, the silence on the other end of the phone and the subsequent disconnection indicate a lack of effective communication. The reference to two kids playing telephone with paper cups and fragile string reflects the fragility and vulnerability of their communication, hinting at the festering nature of the relationship.
In the bridge, the singer discusses their attempts to communicate with their partner. The shadows in his eyes indicate a lack of true understanding or empathy. There's a sense of frustration and longing as the singer expresses that they should have shared their true feelings on Christmas Day, potentially preventing the catastrophe that occurred on New Year's Eve. By the end, it becomes clear that the relationship has reached its breaking point. The singer's repeated assertion that it's over signifies the finality of the situation and the realization that nothing more can be done to salvage it.
Overall, "Disease" portrays the destructive power of miscommunication and the consequences it can have on a relationship. By failing to effectively express their emotions and address issues in a timely manner, the characters in the song succumb to a communicative disease that festers and ultimately leads to the demise of their connection.
Line by Line Meaning
As a coda to our phone call
As a concluding remark to our conversation
I say there's something I should tell you
I confess that there is something I need to tell you
Before I let you go
Before I end this conversation
I hate telling jagged truths
I dislike revealing painful and uncomfortable truths
But if we're porcelain we'll be smooth
If we handle this delicately, it will be easier
Uh oh
Expressing worry or concern
Don't leave me in the dark
Please don't keep me uninformed or unaware
I met someone on New Year's Eve
I encountered someone on New Year's Eve
But he don't mean a thing to me
But he holds no significance in my life
Just thought that you should know
I felt it important for you to be aware of this
Silence, horrible silence
The absence of sound, an unpleasant silence
Silence on the other end
No response or reaction from the other person
A muffled break and then
A stifled pause and then
I think I gotta go
I believe I must end this
And then he hangs up the phone
And then he abruptly ends the call
We should have had a conversation
We should have engaged in a meaningful discussion
On Christmas Day
During the holiday season
We could've saved ourselves from
We could have prevented ourselves from
Communication catastrophe
A disastrous breakdown in communication
Two kids playing telephone
Two young individuals pretending to communicate
With paper cups and fragile string
Using flimsy materials for communication
It's festering
It's growing worse or intensifying
Our communicative disease
Our affliction of poor communication
He finds his way to me by voicemail five
He reaches out to me through a fifth voicemail
He says he'll listen
He claims he will pay attention to me
But there's shadows in his eyes
However, there is a sense of uncertainty or darkness in his gaze
Then he does that thing he knows I hate
Then he intentionally does something he is aware I dislike
He looks at me like I was born too late
He gazes at me as if I entered his life at the wrong time
I say, I know where we hide
I assert that I am aware of our shared secret
We store our love behind our prides
We conceal our love due to our egos or pride
Permission to speak freely, I
May I express myself openly, I request
Think I could love you all my life
I believe I am capable of loving you indefinitely
And I should have told you
And I should have informed you
What I told you now
What I have just revealed to you
On Christmas Day
During the holiday season
We could've saved ourselves from
We could have prevented ourselves from
Communication catastrophe
A disastrous breakdown in communication
Two kids playing telephone
Two young individuals pretending to communicate
With paper cups and fragile string
Using flimsy materials for communication
It's festering
It's growing worse or intensifying
Our communicative
Our expressive and interpersonal
He takes two minutes to process my defense
He requires two minutes to understand my argument
Three minutes to craft a response
Three minutes to construct a reply
He takes four minutes
He spends four minutes
To decide if he's really leaving this time
To determine if he is genuinely departing now
I know he won't
I know he will not
But this time I think he might
But this occasion, I believe he may
He says
He utters
I should've told you that I loved you
I should have expressed my love for you
On Christmas Day
During the holiday season
I could've saved us from catastrophe on New Year's Eve
I could have prevented a disastrous situation on New Year's Eve
Two kids playing telephone with paper cups and fragile string
Two young individuals pretending to communicate using inadequate means
Festering, always festering
Continually worsening or deteriorating
Our communicative disease
Our affliction of poor communication
He takes two minutes to let go of my hand
He needs two minutes to release his grip on my hand
Three days, don't hear from him again
Three days pass without any communication from him
I know it's over by day four
By the fourth day, I am certain it is finished
One conversation
Just a single exchange of words
Nothing more
No further interaction
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Kaia Stofflet
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Kaia are not associated with Kaia Wilson. We are a world music vocal ensemble from Bloomington, Indiana. Check out our music at KaiaSing.com