A Day in Alex Land
Alex Wilson
Description
A defiant pop anthem for the independent artist navigating the modern music industry. "A Day in Alex Land" is a high-energy track about staying true to yourself amidst the pressures of algorithms, industry expectations, and fleeting trends. It celebrates authenticity, resilience, and the power of connecting with an audience on your own terms. Think self-empowerment meets infectious melody, with a healthy dose of indie grit.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] TSA bins, laptop out, boots off, 7 A.M. voice memo, cough-drop cough. “Post at nine,” says the group chat plan, I send back “cool”—then do it how I am. Green room hum, laminate on a lanyard, Flicker lights buzzing like a bad standard. Algorithm wants a dance on command— I send it a chair. It sits. I stand. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need a backstage permission slip, I don’t need a borrowed mouth to kiss. Kentucky quiet in my lungs like land, I count it in—one, two… and make it slam. [Chorus] A day in Alex Land—I keep the quiet loud, Wrote the chorus on my hand, walked it through the crowd. I don’t chase the wave, I’m building out the dam, Sharpie on the wrist: “Do it how you stand.” If you don’t get the plan, that’s part of the plan, Proof-of-life posted in a thirty-second span. No crown, no brand—just a voice and a band— Welcome to a day in Alex Land. [Post-Chorus] Quiet—loud. (Say it out.) Quiet—loud. (Turn it out.) [Verse 2] Hotel soap, late checkout in my bag, Color-coded notes in a label doc tag. “Could you make the verse less you?”—bold ask, I smile, hit save, then keep the mask unmasked. Ride-share driver says he digs the track, Says “sounds like now, without the act.” Billboard glare, inbox jammed, I take the stairs two at a time—because I can. [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got bruises from the doors I didn’t fit, I’ve got grace from every time I didn’t quit. Kentucky quiet under neon hands, That’s my superpower—watch it expand. [Chorus] A day in Alex Land—I keep the quiet loud, Wrote the chorus on my hand, walked it through the crowd. I don’t chase the wave, I’m building out the dam, Sharpie on the wrist: “Do it how you stand.” If you don’t get the plan, that’s part of the plan, Proof-of-life posted in a thirty-second span. No crown, no brand—just a voice and a band— Welcome to a day in Alex Land. [Bridge] If you came for polish over pulse, wrong show, I tune my spine before I tune the glow. I wasn’t built to echo any other man— I was built to mean it, even when I’m panned. If the door won’t open, cool—I’ll lay a ramp, Map my own city on a transit stamp. Hands still shaking but I won’t disband— Give me one mic, I’ll redraw the brand. [Break] (quiet… loud… say it now) [Final Chorus] A day in Alex Land—I keep the quiet loud, Turn the red tape into ribbon for the crowd. I don’t chase the wave, I’m building out the dam, Sharpie on my skin: “Do it how you stand.” If you don’t get the plan, I’ll show you again, Every no I saved became a different lane. No crown, no brand—just a voice and a band— Welcome to a day in Alex Land… I stand. [Outro] Count it in—one, two. (Kick drum and synth bass drop out) Quiet… (Single synth pad swells and fades)