A Day In Alex Land
Alex Wilson
Description
A defiant anthem celebrating individuality and freedom. 'A Day In Alex Land' is a swaggering pop-country/Americana-rock track featuring a Kentucky baritone vocal, driving acoustic rhythms, and twangy Telecaster riffs. The song's outlaw spirit is amplified by a punchy rhythm section, dirty fiddle fills, and gang-style backing vocals, creating a raw and rebellious soundscape. It's a declaration of independence from societal norms and a celebration of living life on one's own terms.
Lyrics
Verse 1 Woke up with a half tank, half a plan, Coffee strong enough to start a band. Phone blowin’ up with “You should do…” I sip, smile, and let it go right through. Boss man talkin’ in bullet points, While I’m lightin’ up my own damn joints. If peace means quiet, guess I’ll pass— I like my freedom loud and brash. Pre-Chorus Ain’t built for beggin’, ain’t built for fake, I dance in the messes that I make. Chorus It’s just a day in Alex Land— Where I call the shots and take the stand. If you don’t like the words I say, Turn your station, bless your day. I play it real, I play it rough, And yeah, I’ve said fuck you when enough’s enough. You want polite? Find another man— I’m livin’ proud in Alex Land. Verse 2 County clerk said, “Cut that hair.” Preacher frowned at my Sunday swear. Mama said, “Son, you’ll learn to bend.” I said, “Maybe, but not till the end.” Small-town whispers, neon truth— The loudest sins are just misspent youth. I don’t owe my joy a plan, Just grit, a tune, and calloused hands. Pre-Chorus They call it reckless; I call it free, Ain’t changin’ gears for their belief. Chorus It’s just a day in Alex Land— Where I draw the line and take my stand. If you don’t like the road I pave, I’ll still ride on, unshaved, unshamed. I play it true, not for the brand, And yeah, I’ve said fuck you when I damn well can. You want safe? I’ll never understand— Welcome home to Alex Land. Bridge Every scar’s a map of where I’ve been, Every “no” just sharpens the grin. If you’re lost, come take my hand— We’ll build our own promised land. Lifted Chorus (Gang Vocals + Full Band) It’s a day in Alex Land— Where “can’t” don’t stick and dreams don’t scan. We burn too bright, we love too hard, We park our hearts in rebel yards. So raise that glass, you outcast clan— Long live loud in Alex Land. Tag Ain’t lookin’ for permission, never planned— Just breathin’ free in Alex Land. Yeah, Just Breathin’ free in Alex Land