Salvation

Blue Honey

In Breech

One Way or the Other

Emby Alexander's experimental / psychedelic pop album

Turned About

Bite Down

Look What You Did

Smoke Signals

Misplaced Mirror

Just wasn't me

LYRICS

How are we here?
The days months and years
Lookin back on how far we've come
And not just on one
Flyin by like a bird on the wind
And it's all a blur can't remember a thing

Mothers and daughters! Fathers and sons!
Where are we going? From where have we come?
Remembering all of the pain and the love
Through all the time we spent under the sun

A mother is making what her daughter will be
See a man through the eyes that her mother would see
And a boy will turn out as his father would too
Doing to his lover seeing how his father would do

A girl who's becoming the woman she would
Is better from the good that her father did
And a man who can feel what his mother would feel
Will hold his love closer than all other people

But the heart of a daughter and heart of a son
Built on the love and the time of the two or the one
Can be broken by a deed or a word
And close to another in not being heard

Fathers and daughters mothers and sons
Where are we going? From where have we come?
Remembering all of the pain and the love
Through all the time we spent under the sun

So give to your daughters!
And give to your sons!
And show them the love that won't come undone
All the time that you spend with them under the sun
Then you'll see who you are

Reflecting

Reflecting in them

It's All Blur

Buy It's All Blur

Oh Dear,! I seem to be writing a lot of songs about lost love and this is no exception! Actually, its more about a 'coming of age'.

I remember falling in love with guy when I was 17, he made me feel like I've never ever felt before, my heart would race when I looked into his eye sand when he touched my body I got the most amazing warm feeling throughout. Was this love? I know now that it wasn't love as it should be. I learned this as I got older and wiser. He was too possessive and I realised he treated me like 'his property'  - this is not how I wanted to be loved. 

Of course we had some good times and this song is a reflection of those times... young love and all that it involves. I hope you enjoy listening to my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

(I Am Not The Story)

Misplaced Mirror

The Hudson Branch