If you like heartfelt singer-songwriter music, I've got a gift for you.
My debut CD - for FREE! Just cover shipping & handling. I'll personally sign, send, & deliver to you!
I am ever grateful for you, dear supporter. ❤️
Free
alison's debut album
When the world shut down, and we all experienced a forced disconnection from each other, I turned inward and in the quiet, I started writing. These are the first songs of many to come.
Album Tracks
Blue-Eyed Warrior: a song of longing for something you can't quite put your fingers on, set in a place that feels nostalgic.
The Night Bird: I wrote this song after watching my neighbor, a woman of incredible strength, an Olympic gold medalist, die of ovarian cancer. They told her she had 4 years and she made it 8. And I wondered: if I were facing the inevitable, what would I want to tell my family? So in my way dreamlike way with lyrics, this song was born.
Desire's Ghost Town: Another dreamlike setting, with a man struggling to reconcile choices he regrets that led him to feeling utterly alone and disconnected.
Your Love: I wrote this song in the final stages of my 24-year marriage. We almost made it. Love songs are different when you are older.
Four Corners: is a tribute to all the musical gatherings of summertime festivals - late night jams and picks with musicians of all ages and abilities.
What You Can Handle: Inspiration comes in all kinds of places. This song was born out of a line I caught from a Grey's Anatomy episode - “We believe God only gives you what you can handle.” I may not be religious, but I sure do believe that our mindset matters.
Face All This Together: A wistful song. That's all.
For the Earth: A lament. Is it too late to reverse the damage of human-made climate change?
Letter from Home: A longing for reconnection.
Lyrics
Some folks have lost and others have won. You've got no more to prove when you face down that gun. And some folks wear smiles while others wear mean. You're just a blue, blue-eyed warrior. She's your tangerine queen. You keep on searching and searching, but you can't find the key. And you can't take it with you when you're gone. You keep searching where the water runs clean. You keep searching for a tangerine dream. Pretending's no good, and fear's been outdone. You've met that old Crow - the last bastion. There are some days when you wish you were seen. You're just a blue, blue-eyed warrior. She's your tangerine queen. You're just a blue, blue-eyed warrior. She's your tangerine queen.
Father, gather the children. I can't take this pain anymore. You know I'm wasting away. The night bird whispers my name. I can't run from my own mind. I've wasted too much time. You can't take this burden from me, not even with your distant lullaby. I hear your distant lullaby. Listen to the wind howling. Sunshine fades to dark. As it whispers my name, the night bird shows me the way. I can't run from my own mind. I've wasted too much time. You can't take this burden from me, not even with your distant lullaby. I hear your distant lullaby. Tell ‘em not to cry over me. I’ll be flying in ebony skies. If you listen in your dreams, you'll hear the night bird sing. Oh, babe, come lie next to me. I can't take this pain. I'm trying to find some peace in my soul and I know it's calling me home. The night bird calls me home.
A prodigal son. A wayward daughter. He sits alone at the devotee's altar. Grief settles on his breath - a father's regret. He finds himself awake at 4 am, again. People in town call him crazy, but I know the troubles they don't see. Passions lost. Bridges crossed. He finds himself singing of rust - and dust. Gotta let the water run. Let the water run. Don't let the well run dry. No, no, no, no. Gotta let the water run. Let the water run. Don't let the well run dry. Welcome to desire's ghost town. So accused, call it slander. He waits for some kind of answer. A legacy. An enemy. He finds himself searching for meaning. He's pleading. There's a fallacy in doing no wrong. How had he trusted he was strong? A hollow ache. An absent faith. He finds himself making excuses. Who loses? Gotta let the water run. Let the water run. Don't let the well run dry. No, no, no, no. Gotta let the water run. Let the water run. Don't let the well run dry. Welcome to desire's ghost town.
Everybody sees that I'm torn apart. Stumbling in the dark. This road fades with the year. I'm trying to see through my tears. Don't worry about tonight. I won't fade away. I just gotta take a break. But I heard every word you said. Just knowing your love should be enough. You can take your time, trace all my lines, smooth out the rough. Why should I be surprised that you might throw it all away. But those things we said - where is the compromise? Just knowing your love should be enough. You can take your time, trace all my lines, smooth out the rough. So, don't worry about tonight. Just put your hand in mine. And when the words won't come, you know I've loved you all this time. Just knowing your love should be enough. You can take your time, trace all my lines, smooth out the rough.
Traveling down a lone western highway, we'll take our time, and get there in our own way. A scent of pine trees, our spirits lighten. I feel a chill under the setting summer sun. You can meet me down at the Four Corners - a littel place beyond that ol' mountain pass. Let's go down to the Four Corners and pray this feeling lasts. Let's leave our worries and woes behind. We'll make music on that mountainside. And let the song carry us all the way back home. You can meet me down at the Four Corners - a littel place beyond that ol' mountain pass. Let's go down to the Four Corners and pray this feeling lasts.
Trust, be present, and take it slow. Be mindful of where you have been. When the map is unfolded, time will be broken. There is beauty within. There is beauty within. If you take stock of what you have, and trust who you will become. You'll embrace the child you used to be, and open your arms to the sun. And open your arms to the sun. Well, the muse, she lives in the space between dreams; between barbed wire and sun-bleached bones. When she present to you, will you listen to all that she knows? All that she knows? If you take stock of what you have, and trust who you will become. You'll embrace the child you used to be, and open your arms to the sun. And open your arms to the sun. There is some comfort in believing you're only given what you can handle. Only what you can. If you take stock of what you have, and trust who you will become. You'll embrace the child you used to be, and open your arms to the sun. And open your arms to the sun.
Sun peeks through the open window. I ride your breath ‘til I’m airborne. Looking down, a mountain range, grassy plains, a rocky ledge. We can face all this together. Make a life of it together. Remember the gime there was a ghost in your closet? Remember when we shared the same dream? You asked to see inside my skin, but I'm caught in this limbo between. Can you meet me here? Could I meet you there? Leaning in we fill the stillness. We take for granted the day-to-day. Looking back, it's hard to imagine. Routine comforts guide our way. We can face all this together. Make a life of it together. Remember the time there was a ghost in your closet? Remember when we shared the same dream? You asked to see inside my skin, but I'm caught in this limbo between. Can you meet me here? Could I meet you there? the sun paints the mountains in orange and umber while dusky shades come out to play. Looking ahead, a thankful wonder. Ash to ash, and clay to clay. We can face all this together. Make a life of it together. Remember the gime there was a ghost in your closet? Remember when we shared the same dream? You asked to see inside my skin, but I'm caught in this limbo between. Can you meet me here? Or, could I meet you?
I can see you standing in the rain by the train that took you away from me and our memories. Said you'd write me a letter from your home. Waiting on a letter from home. When you're lost in the fire light. Oh oh oh oh oh. I'd meet you there, I'd stay with you all night. Just something I wanted you to know. Blank pages, I'm writing. Igniting, I'm fighting. Life changes like lightning. Exposed and slip-sliding. Just something I wanted you to know. Remember dancing in the twilight? Seemed so right to weigh curiosity with synchrony. Said you'd write me a letter from your home. Waiting on a letter from home.When you're lost in the fire light. Oh oh oh oh oh. I'd meet you there, I'd stay with you all night. Just something I wanted you to know. Just something I wanted you to know.