Malia Cortez

Malia Cortez

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

A refreshing combination of melodic-edgy rock, with solid vocals, tight instruments, and lyrical depth.

Biography

Before I decided to venture into the literary arts and created my passion project, "Sapphire's Egypt," I was pursuing a career in music. I formed a band for my junior project in high school, 1996, called “The Malia Cortez Band.” We did so well that we stayed together for five years. During the course of those years, we performed all over the Portland/Vancouver area, honored with a review in a local music magazine, articles in the newspapers, performing live on 1010AM’s, “The Morning After Show,” a benefit concert for the YWCA’s battered women’s shelter, winning a spot performing at the Portland Rose Festival and playing for the Daisy Chain Music Fair benefit.

I had an incredible time during the years with my band and learned a lot from the immensely talented musicians that were part of the experience. Unfortunately we went our separate ways after recording our first professional album, "No More Staring at the Wall," in 2001. BUT if it wasn’t for the break up, I wouldn’t have been led to writing Sapphire’s Egypt, which is my current focus.

Lyrics

Waltzing

Written By: Malia Cortez

Waltzing, waltzing, waltzing, waltzing, I'm waltzing
Silently counting in circles and circles
I dance
And I can't breathe
No, I can't breathe
This girdle is tight

1,2,3; 1,2,3
I wish that I could leave
1,2,3; 1,2,3
Please I want to leave
And fly away
Into the sky
Away from this life

Spread your wings and fly
Way up to the sky
Spread your wings and fly

And you're so lucky
that you get to waltz
right out of my life
And you are so lucky
That I get to fly
Away from you all
And maybe before too long
Just maybe you'll sing along
Oh, and maybe I just like saying "maybe"

'Round and 'round and 'round we go
in circles and circles so aimlessly
Repression grows and grows and grows
until we all are slowly
running out of time
but what has time got to do with it
And why are we rushing

Oh, you are so lucky
that you get to waltz
right out of my life
And you are so lucky
that I had to fall to realize
That maybe
Oh, yes
Just maybe this is my test
Oh and maybe I'm not really crazy

Spread your wings...
Fly...

No More Starring at the Wall

Written By: Malia Cortez

Making faces in black and white
The shades are drawn the lights are on But it's alright
And I will be here
Staring at the bookshelf tonight

Mirror images of former self
I can't forget the dark
But sometimes advil helps
And you and me electricicly
We're shorting out

No more staring at the wall
Staring at the floor
Staring at out the window
Staring at the door
I want to be free
I want to be me
I want to be something

Glass of water to flush it out
The tears have dried
No one else cried
I feel left out
My jaw is clenched
I'm always tense and filled with doubt

No more staring at the wall
Staring at the floor
Staring at out the window
Staring at the door
I want to be free
I want to be me
I want to be something else
Something else

No more staring at the wall
Staring at the floor
Staring at out the window
Staring at the door
I want to be free
I want to be me
I want to be

Little, little, little, little spark
Can catch the cloth
And make the fire burn
Douse it out, douse it out with alcohol
Will only make the fire burn

No more staring at the wall
Staring at the floor
Starring at out the window
Staring at the door
I want to be free
I want to be me

Get me out...

False Pretenses

Written By: Malia Cortez

How things change. I barely even recognized this place.
Now I see, you rearranged that coffee table and that vase in your window
Is the glass or stone?
Wait, never mind
that’s not why I dropped by.
You’ve lost your phone. That’s interesting but, you see,
I came to bring a message and…

How dare the sun
shine upon my face when I was only trying to see the moon
and you pretending that you never- Wait! It’s me. It’s all my fault
I realizes I skipped a page
in your last book
on how to hide behind that wall of-

Wow, that’s great. You’ve purchase a new set of china plates.
And your nails, you got them done along with- Hey now, wait!
That’s not the point I’m making!

How dare the sun, shine upon my face when I was only trying to see the moon and you pretending that you never- wait! It’s me. It’s all my fault I realizes I skipped a page in your last book, on how to hide behind that wall
Of lies that make things seem ok but-

I miss you, I need you I want you
I think that I’m confused about pink.
I hate it, I hate it -I HATE PINK!

There I go, getting off the subject. Don’t you think?
I must admit I really, really love him but that’s not what we’re discussing now so, anyway, here goes- must you now adjust your panty hose while I am talking now! But-

Hey there girl, I may not be a part of you new hidden world but please hear me you’re blinded by the fact that what you see’s a lie.
You hide it all by saying that you’re happy and that life is fine.
But I know more I’ve seen you do it all before.

You live a lie. You are lying to yourself as well as me.
And to all who decide to cross your path and when they do.
They will fall. It will hurt but you don’t care you happy.

The Key to Me

Written By: Malia Cortez

Flow river to the sea.
Flow water over me.
You read me like a book
without a second look
you tour out the pages
and taped them to the wall.

I’ve been down this yellow
brick road before.
No one needs to tell me where to go.
I guess that’s what I get for
giving you the key to me.

A paper cut and a grass stain too. That’s what I get for trusting you. In the sky the lightning strikes, there’s thunder all around
as the earth trembles
and knocks me to the ground.

I’ve been down this yellow
brick road before.
No one needs to tell me where to go.
I guess that’s what I get for
giving you the key to me.

Like the ocean washes away
my foot prints in the sand,
you disappear slowly,
erasing marks of lead.

I’ve been down this yellow
brick road before and
no one needs to tell me where to go.
I guess that’s what I get for
giving you the key to me.
I guess that’s what I get for
giving you the key to me!

The key to me,
the key to me,
the key to me.

Alarm Clocks Ring

Written By: Malia Cortez

This child who is smaller
than you think,
red raiser burn she’s feeling now.

This child who was once
a little more,
now feels somewhat behind.

Take me home
through the exit door.
Let me pull up my stockings
before you see too much
let me lay down now
and go to sleep.
Alarm clocks set for sometime.

This child, she can see nothing. Eating dust everyday.
This child bruised
from angry stares,
likes to cook them breakfast in bed.

Take me home
through the exit door.
Let me pull up my stockings
before you see too much.
Let me lay down now
and go to sleep.
Alarm clocks set for sometime.

Time does fly I’ve seen it’s wings.
Fly away leaving everything.
I am here with no more candy corn.
Repetition I lost to in a spelling bee a spelling bee.

Oh my darling,
please don’t leave me!
Sweet darling,
Don’t leave!

Take me home
through the exit door
Let me take off my stockings
it seems to be too late.
A chilling ring
wakes me from my sleep.
Alarm clocks ring for nothing,
alarm clocks ring for nothing.

Take me home, take me home.
It seems to be to late.
It seems to be too late.
Too late.
Alarm clocks ring for nothing.

Discography

No More Staring at the Wall

Set List

Normally I do half an hour sets but with a full band I can go for an hour or two. I've written 107 songs so the Set List can vary. I can do covers of whatever and have some Persian and Arabic songs I perform often.