The Alexander EP

by Evan Alexander Moore

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1.
The best ever folk singer in Denton walked through town Every other folk singer was either dead or on their way out So he keys a car, waits under the steps Of the local dive bar Waiting for a reason to give a shit at all The best ever folk singer in Denton, lost his way Filtered through the usual suspects but this time today He turned away from all the cadavers that idly ferment Away from all the broken speakers pointin' at his head He don't know where the path is gonna lead He don't want no talkin' heads rippin' at his sleeves No poison, no promises, no absentee friends No concubines, no trapeze hipsters Countin' up his sins Dear Folk singer its not gonna change Not at all not at all All your sacred thoughts are only gonna reveal More of the same So untie the noose, follow the light At the end of the jetway The best ever folk singer in denton Would like to die in his own way
2.
A father and daughter escape away From a land where bodies and bombs fall What a relief to finally see Lady liberty standing so tall But lady liberty puts down her torch And kneels down to the family She says, "We don't need the tired and poor" What would our fathers have to say Now that our doors are locked What if the mayflower sailed on ahead But the natives blocked plymouth rock The pilgrims would plead and beg them again But the natives accepted no friends They'd say, "We don't need the tired and poor" What a great way to live up to our fathers By disgracing our own name Place our battalions all cross the shore No more shall we import today Here comes Joseph and Mary, tired and torn Seeking shelter from the storm We say, "We don't need the tired and poor" What if our fathers did what we've done After escaping tyranny and fear They block all paths to the 13 states Crying out, no one's welcome here Think of how we'd shrivel and die With our final breath we cry Sayin', "We don't need the tired and poor" Out by the border Mothers are shakin' Out by the border Asphalt's breakin' Where O Where Did the 1,500 children go Are they torn from their mothers With no reason or plan Will they get into gangs Or sold into slavers hands Are they thrown in cages Do they sleep on the floor Are they prayin' to the god That's on our dollars and quarters Everyone says they'd fight off the nazis Until it's the brown kids torn from their families Well I hope those parents seekin' asylum Find silver lines in the jails we send them Escapin' wars just to become a criminal Dividing families in a nation indivisible Was it about keepin' us all safe? Or is it deep seated hate for another race? O I hope what you've done keeps ya awake And it rips at your conscious til you're dead in the grave You've taken children sent them to broken homes ICE, La Migra, American Gestapo Where O where did the 1,500 children go I guess we don't need The Tired and Wired the Undesired and Poor
3.
Vacant Seat 05:30
There were 15 people missing from graduation 15 children lost their lives To men with ill minds and guns in their hands The murderers of Columbine In a barren house a rocking chair lies empty Meant for a grandfather O so proud But the red lakes they grow redder now The grandson shot his old man down In Virginia there are 33 seats all empty All because of an entitled man Depression heavy on his mind His medicine became the gun in his hand Instead of 20 children entering middle school 20 real children rest in the ground Cause a man walked to the store round the corner And had his pick from the guns all around At a wedding reception there's a hush pulsing in the air 49 seats all unused They met at a club but they're bloodied and blue Cause an american with a gun was there too It makes me weary how they all talk in circles Sayin' O there's no answer thoughts and prayers we send Would ya, rather never see a weapon again Or lay to rest your best friend 1,100 but I don't wanna sing no more 1,100 but I don't wanna sing no more
4.
O, my love she's a queen With an appetite for fearing She's comin' right out the gate And she don't wanna be near me She's eyeing every passport The green card's flyin' by My love she's no romantic And she's no reliable alibi O, my love she's a golden goddess Raining from the heavens O, I wish all the gods just knew All the gluttony she's feeding She lives among the peasants But secretly she waits For some holy modal spectre writer Whisking her away O, my love she sees a kingdom Where all the lovely ladies stay O, my love she's a queen But she waited for a king to stay Helsinki to Paris, she reclaims For her, words don't mean anything Cannes all the way to Denver, she has reclaimed Plucking her words right into my veins My love, she sees a kingdom Where all the women and children pray My love, she sees a kingdom Where all the lovely ladies stay My Love, she's a queen But she waited for a king to stay
5.
O, what ya gonna do my love When the book you've opened is now closing to shut And the bank is closing but you got no money to run Where ya gonna go my love When ya drink your coffee but now its an empty cup And your A/C's out and you realize love is not enough What ya gonna do my love When home isn't home, anymore O, what ya gonna say my love When the hard questions come, but you got nothing to say back It's your turn to speak, but words are the only thing you lack Everybody turns away but you wanted to speak so bad Where ya gonna go my love When you're finally there, in the only place you'd ever want When you look down those streets and alleys and it feels so wrong You're out of place and out of space and all the homes you've chased are gone So you drift like a wave and you dream way past the dawn What ya gonna do my love When home isn't home, anymore O, I'm only bitter my love I just wish your story had a space for me But you hollowed it out for an ending you can't see I wish I wasn't the cage that kept you from bein' free What should I do my love? When my home isn't home, anymore O, I'm looking at you my love If you're gonna go, go without a care I hope the love you find don't leave with the air Home's not gonna stay for you out there But I know I know, home is waitin' somewhere
6.
Since I Left You I found a world so new Everyday, I saw the flooded city Everyday, I was swimming pretty Saw the comedians with saphire swords Protest music with blunted words I was killed standing in the street I picked Bluebonnets from the concrete Everyday Since I Left You I found a world so new Everyday, I stood alone Everyday, I drove us home Saw the, azure queen twist her hand Saw the drummer go with the cyan band I jumped every turnstile Cut my navy shirts for a while I flew when I could in spite of this But I don't wanna ask for your forgiveness Blue is not a color I wanna miss But I don't want Blue to leave like you did Everyday Since I Left You, I found a world so Blue Yet I thought of morning mist Of warm blankets and a first kiss I thought of your bluish lips Wherever I went it was you I missed Missed you, wandering the london roads Missed you, gettin drunk with those I didn't know But I came back to your warm embrace Your crooked smile across your face We'd drive down to galveston Play on the radio those dark Blue hymns As you left for your own trip I held close your jaunted hips Confessed our love as you went home Then ya took a plane to the french coast All four months I waited Held my tongue, left my breathe baited Sending letters you'd never receive As you met your lovers on the cannes beach My stomach turned a 1000 times You said "I don't want you no more" I choked on my vomit until the Blue Stained the floor Many years have passed since then Since I Left, I fell in love again But you've been there a gnawing ghost Tainting memories I thought I'd lost O, I thought I never deserved Blue til now But Blue is a color I want around Since I Left You, I found a world so Blue
7.
Here he comes Trotting off the plane Here he comes here he comes Well, little VP he was lookin' for a gay to save Thought he'd do it with some conversion therapy He don't want no firin' squad, he don't want no one to die But if that was gods plan he wouldn't bat an eye He heard it in a dream, he says god speaks to him at night But lets get real, god is a 5th dimensional being so you prolly didn't understand him, but if ya did he prolly said something like "Dude you're a real fucked up" Save my broken soul Well, little turtle steps on the road, never prouder Haltin' all traffic, sayin' "I want my people in power" But everyone around him's got the red insignia All the people he claims for, he don't really work for We all live in the mariana trench A gap so wide its hard to make amends Cause one sides got a backbone and loves feedin' the rich The other sides got morals but they're just a bunch of lazy bitches Save my broken soul OUT in SUMMER spots or OUT in their FANCY houses Live some blue fools Previously ousted they say Whinin' about russia, O what about russia I got a little secret, if no one else tells ya Y'all talk up storms but play rich mens games But I don't dare say those rich red names They ain't worthy my time, ain't worth yours So get off your ass stop bein' a corporate whore Cause otherwise all ya speak are big ol platitudes A big republican with a shade of blue Get some goddam policy You don't win off incoherent babbling Support : Bernie Sanders Elizabeth Warren Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez Linsey Fagan Beto O'rourke Abdul El-Sayed

about

This is a Redux of my EP last year.
I made it on my iPhone
I realized my love for these compositions recently, so I re-recorded the whole dang thing
All in my bedroom, on my iPhone with no help except for two samples and an interpolation.
I’m real proud of it. Hope y’all dig it.

The album takes place on a plane ride from Denton to NYC
It’s about Travel, Politics, Heartbreak, and the color Blue.

This album is dedicated to :::
Skyler Hill who did his best with my unfocused first attempt.
Denton in general which inspires this album heavily; every friend, acquaintance, teacher, lover, i appreciate y'all to no end.
Also dedicated to K, still waiting for an apology.

credits

released September 4, 2018

Everything done by Me (except where noted)
Vocal passage on Since I Left You: Margaret Stevens
Plane Passages: Training Video and Other video from Youtube
"Since I Left You"'s chorus is an interpolation of the song Since I Left You by the Avalanches
(plz don't sue me guys)
"Best Ever..."'s track name is based on the song "Best Ever Death Metal Band Out of Denton" by the Mountain Goats

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Evan Alexander Moore New York, New York

Evan is a folk singer with a penchant for old folk structures, with the aesthetics of modern folk.

Supporter of the working class.
Singer of the Anthropocene Blues

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