Mourning Star

Track recorded with electric guitar and a delay pedal

Flutter By

a drem that is crec. all instruments are in reverse (backwards) except for drums

Creek Dream

Song For Cliona (Happy Birthday Clio)

And as I look out over miles of exposure, you see my feet rise 
I empathize with living things with wings forgiving our misgivings endlessly
Different entities are regarding me, I’m no enemy to the world’s reality
I try to focus as I fly over the ocean, there’s this notion that my heart is now exploding gradually in slow motion; pieces floating in the air and everywhere are heavy eyes that change in size; they trickle tears that try to show me my own reflection; I look so warped and feel so calm like a lullaby
And as the watercolor showers me, my lover, do you see me in your dreams? All I can do is hold the clouds

Watercolor

Here in the now; there is no marker or sign to guide my escape or hide from these wandering sighs

Long time ago; we both lived fantasy lives, I loved them so much but time decided they’d die

I feel the absence; of all the marmalade skies and kisses your eyes would give; I was convinced

So we have changed, won't feel the same thing again, but I’ll never pretend that I was living a lie

You still belong, don’t you go on feeling down; there still is a path to me under the ground

But where are you? Tell me what’s true, from your blue ocean and moon, why can’t I hear you come through.

Natural Bridges

Can't Exist

I’ve been off traveling
Looking for a space between the nodes
And how it happens; I could not convince you on my own

I was emphatic
Gripping with my fingers and my toes 
Gasing through traffic
And with no emotional control

Anxious on average
Just a bunch of bones over the road
Songs into static
I cannot control this on my own

I’ve been off traveling
Looking for a space between my bones
And how it happens; I could not convince you on my own

Traveling

So you want something more, try to open that door
But it's already closed, it's what you wanted the most
The most
So long

All the moments you missed, lost connection to it
Till some part of you’d wish that you’d acted different
Different
So long
  
Every time he walks he blows in the wind like a tree
His hands reach out like a branch lets go of falling leaves

In the time that escapes, you will find a new place
But it won't be the same, it will not be the same
You are so filled with shame

And the sun on your face, and that feeling you’ll chase
Will both set in a haze, and they’ll both fade away

Every time she walks she blows in the wind like a tree
Her hands reach out like a branch lets go of falling leaves

Every time she walks she blows in the wind like a tree
His hands reach out like a branch lets go of falling leaves

Tree

Wave by wave the current came up strong
Looming shadows
Walls of water blocked the view of dawn
Hidden battles
(Hear in my heart, hear in my heart)
All the weight had forced my conscious down
Far below it
Drifting slowly underneath the ground
Vision blackens

Understanding patterns on the walls
Of my eyelids
Coming to conclusions that were wrong
Some were hidden 
(Inside all minds, inside all minds)
Heart rests at the bottom of the sea
Beating softly
It's the only sound that comes from me
Mavericks brewing

Mavericks

Moving through: closing doors, inner wars, metaphors, thought that you’d always be there
Solitaire as the air pushes the prayers through the trees as I stare
Memories in my skin where I’d been feeling as thin as the air
Pulling hair out my head, eyes are red, this is a public affair

Where were you?
Closing doors, inner wars, metaphors, thought that you’d always be there
Solitaire as the air pushes the prayers through the trees as I stare
Memories in my skin, patience thin, feeling as thin as the air
Pulling hair out my head, eyes are red, this is a public affair

Mushrooms

I recall the lights of day
They were running off colors into marmalade
Since then all the clouds have came
Pushing love-making skies into disarray

Woken up by wind through chimes
With a million new questions about my insides
I collide and visualize:
Throwing pantomimed lives made of contrived lies

No attachment to anywhere I’m living cold a mindful stare

Backwards, Clouds!

My stone wall was you
If I flew above the remnants of my soul would bury under
Hey, is it my place?
If I told you how I felt the words would swallow up my mind

My eyes run and hide
But they run to you, I see you face, why’d they run in the first place
Maybe all is known
Well of course we do, but is it true, how long must I wait to bloom?

All of these places, culture above
All of these faces, culture of love

Stone Walled

I love you

Alex Franklin
Oakland, California

I have an album out called Creek Dream which has ten songs, and more songs too.

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