1. Mathangi “Maya” Ar… Read Full Bio ↴There are five known artists under this name:
1. Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam also known as M.I.A., (born 18 July 1975 in Hounslow, London, U.K.) is a British artist of Sri Lankan descent. As a baby she moved with her family to their native Sri Lanka, where her father became increasingly politically active in militant activities. As the Civil War escalated the rest of the family was forced to flee as refugees, first to India and then the UK. “M.I.A.” [“Missing In Action”] references both her London neighborhood (Acton) and her politically tumultuous youth.
Her style contains elements of hip-hop, reggae, alternative, dance hall, electro and baile funk and is strongly inspired by her Sri Lankan background.
2. American Punk/Hardcore band formed in Orange County, CA in 1981 by Chris Moon, drums; Mike Conley, bass; Nick Adams, guitar (all previously of Las Vegas, NV punk band The Swell); and Art Carasco, vocals. Their sound was generally hardcore and thrasher, though they produced more melodic and progressive sounds in their later albums. Allmusic called the band "one of the 50 best So-Cal punk bands of the great early-'80s second wave explosion. In 1984 they signed a deal with the cult Alternative Tentacles label, after the label's founder, Dead Kennedys frontman Jello Biafra, saw them play at a secret illegal punk nightclub in Las Vegas. Biafra was impressed by Mike Conley's distinctive voice, saying "The minute you hear a song with him singing you know it's him." They released the album Murder in a Foreign Place on Alternative Tentacles in 1984, followed in 1985 by Notes From the Underground on National Trust Records, and in 1987 by After the Fact on Flipside Records. The band split up in 1988. In 2001, Alternative Tentacles released Lost Boys, a 37-song retrospective of the band's work, including Last Rites, Murder in a Foreign Place, and several additional tracks. On February 28, 2008 vocalist Mike Conley was found dead in a Chicago hotel parking lot. Conley was taken to Gottlieb Memorial Hospital in Melrose Park, where he was pronounced dead at 6:25 a.m. On April 27, 2008, there was a secret warm-up show at Detroit Bar featuring Todd Sampson of Self Abuse and Samson's Army on vocals, Jello Biafra of Dead Kennedys on guest vocals, Chris Moon and Larry Pearson on drums, Nick Adams on guitar, and Bob Thomson on bass. The next day, the "Beautiful Noise" benefit show took place at the Anaheim House of Blues with Jigsaw, Naked Soul, Cadillac Tramps, Social Distortion and MIA with the same lineup as the previous night, but adding Kevin Seconds of 7 Seconds on guest vocals. The proceeds of "Beautiful Noise" went to Mike Conley's family.
(3) Formed in the mid 70s, Independent Musicians Associated (MIA) was a group of musicians, technicians and drawers gathered together by Lito and Liliana Vitale’s parents. They produced their own records and concerts in an independent way. Their music is a complex symphonic rock with definite Argentinean/latin folk influence with multiple chorals and vocals beautifully contrasting with the keyboards and a great guitar sound upon a strong rhythmic section. They were highly influenced by symphonic music, more noteworthy by Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Gentle Giant and Focus.
4. Merriweathers is a member of Underground Resistance under the alias of The Unknown Soldier.
5. mia's page (Michaela Grobelny).
$20
M.I.A. Lyrics
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Talkin' bout y'all's such a bore
I'd rather talk about moi!
Do you know the cost of A.K.'s up in Africa?
20 dollars ain't shit to you
But that's how much they are
Of course they gonna use it to kill a little da
Is those diamonds
Helpin' ya?
Don't you like my bandanna?
My stains hang low
On my shirts like ayayay
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antenna
I put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raaa!
Ra ra
So I woke up with my holy Koran
And found out I like Cadillac
So we shooting 'til the song is up
Little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy
And the leaders all aroound
Cracking up
We goat rich, we fry
Price of living in a shanty teem
Just seem to be high
We still like T.I.
We still look fly
Dancin' as we shootin' up
And lootin' just to get by
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind?"
War, war, war!
Who made me like this?
Was it me and God in co-production?
My devil's on speed dial
Every time I take the wrong direction
All I want is one thing, and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind and then I feel numb
There's twenty four hours in a day
I used to split it eight-eight-eight
Eight work
Eight sleep
Eight for play
Now I give it all it takes
People on the Internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'Cause I don't floss my titty set (?!)
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that blurt
I put people on a map that never seen a map
I show 'em somethin' that they've never seen
And hope they make it back
The song "$20" by M.I.A. is a commentary on the cost of war and violence, specifically in Africa. The first verse dismisses talking about "war, war, war" as boring and suggests talking about the singer herself instead. The second verse highlights the fact that AK-47s cost $20 in Africa and how easy it is for them to be used for violence. The line "is those diamonds helping ya?" is a reference to the blood diamonds that have funded violence and war in Africa. The chorus "all I want is one thing and that is what you got" suggests that violence and war are caused by greed and the desire for power and wealth.
The third verse speaks about the struggle of living in poverty in shanty towns and the way people try to get by by any means necessary, including looting and shooting. The bridge of the song references the Pixies song "Where is My Mind" and speaks about feeling lost and numb. The final verse talks about M.I.A.'s personal journey from poverty to success and how she hopes to inspire others to do the same.
Line by Line Meaning
War, war, war!
The constant talk of war is boring, let's change the subject
Talkin' 'bout y'all's such a bore
Continuing to talk about war is repetitive and unproductive
I'd rather talk about moi!
I want to talk about myself instead, and what I care about
Do you know the cost of A.K.'s up in Africa?
Do you understand the real cost of weapons in Africa, especially in terms of human life?
20 dollars ain't shit to you
$20 may seem insignificant to you, but it's actually the price of an A.K. in Africa
But that's how much they are
The price of an A.K. is only $20, making it an easily accessible and dangerous weapon
Of course they gonna use it to kill a little die
People will inevitably use these cheap and readily available weapons to commit violence and take lives
Is those diamonds
Are those diamonds really worth the harm caused to obtain them?
Helpin' ya?
Do they truly bring you any real benefit or happiness?
Don't you like my bandanna?
My sense of style is important to me
My stains hang low
My clothing shows signs of wear and tear, but I still wear them proudly
On my shirts like ayayay
My clothing is a reflection of my cultural heritage and identity
Monkey brains and banana
I embrace my cultural roots, even if they may seem strange or exotic to others
I'll hit you with my antenna
I'm not afraid to fight back and defend myself
I put soap in my eye
I do unconventional things to alter my appearance or challenge societal norms
Make it red so I look raaa!
I'm not afraid to stand out and draw attention to myself
Ra ra
An expression of excitement or enthusiasm
So I woke up with my holy Koran
I hold my religious beliefs close to me
And found out I like Cadillac
I found that I enjoy material possessions and wealth, despite my humble beginnings
So we shooting 'til the song is up
We keep going and don't give up until our work is done
Little boys are acting up
There are still many societal issues and challenges that need to be addressed
Baby mothers are going crazy
Parenthood can be extremely challenging, especially for single mothers
And the leaders all around
Those in positions of power need to do more to address these problems
Cracking up
Society is on the verge of breaking down and falling apart
We goat rich, we fry
Despite the struggles we face, we still manage to find success and enjoy life
Price of living in a shanty teem
Life in poor, overcrowded areas can be incredibly difficult and challenging
Just seem to be high
Despite these challenges, we remain optimistic and hopeful
We still like T.I.
We still enjoy popular culture and entertainment, despite our circumstances
We still look fly
We take pride in our sense of style and appearance, even in difficult circumstances
Dancin' as we shootin' up
We find joy and release through artistic expression, even in the midst of violence and struggle
And lootin' just to get by
Sometimes, we have to do whatever it takes to survive and make ends meet
With your feet on the air and your head on the ground
You feel off balance, unsure of your place in the world
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Try to change your perspective and see things differently
Your head'll collapse if there's nothing in it
If you don't have substance or depth, you'll struggle to make sense of the world
And you'll ask yourself
You'll start to question your own beliefs and values
"Where is my mind?"
You'll wonder where your own thoughts and feelings fit into the larger picture
Who made me like this?
I question whether my identity and values were shaped by outside forces or by my own choices
Was it me and God in co-production?
I wonder how much influence my religion has had on shaping who I am
My devil's on speed dial
I acknowledge the darkness within myself and the temptations I face
Every time I take the wrong direction
I'm aware that my mistakes and missteps are my own doing
All I want is one thing, and that is what you got
I admire the success and material possessions of others, and I want the same for myself
Sometimes I go lose my mind and then I feel numb
I struggle with my own mental health and self-destructive behavior
There's twenty four hours in a day
We all have the same amount of time in a day, regardless of our circumstances
I used to split it eight-eight-eight
I used to try to divide my time equally between work, sleep, and play
Eight work
I used to dedicate eight hours of my day to work
Eight sleep
I used to dedicate eight hours of my day to sleep
Eight for play
I used to dedicate eight hours of my day to leisure time
Now I give it all it takes
I'm now fully committed to pursuing my passions and achieving my goals
People on the Internet
I'm aware of the power and influence of the internet and social media on our lives
A new life for the intellect
The internet has opened up new opportunities for learning and intellectual growth
People judge me so hard
I face a lot of criticism and scrutiny from others, especially for my unconventional views and lifestyle
'Cause I don't floss my titty set (?!)
Because I don't flaunt my wealth and material possessions in the same way as others
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I come from humble beginnings and have had to work hard to get where I am
I was a little girl who made good with all that blurt
I've accomplished a lot despite facing many obstacles and doubters
I put people on a map that never seen a map
I've given voices to marginalized and overlooked communities and have helped shed light on important issues
I show 'em somethin' that they've never seen
I expose people to new ideas and perspectives that challenge their understanding of the world
And hope they make it back
I hope that my efforts inspire others to take meaningful action and make a positive impact on the world
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David James Andrew Taylor, Mathangi Arulpragasam, Charles Thompson, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Bernard (gb 2) Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris
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