Alias (For J.)
Alex Wilson
Description
A poignant pop ballad exploring themes of identity, resilience, and found family. 'Alias (For J.)' reflects on the enduring power of connection beyond names and labels, celebrating the quiet strength of those who shape us. The song uses intimate imagery and heartfelt melodies to create a deeply moving listening experience, reminiscent of artists like Maggie Rogers and Brandi Carlile.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Recipe cards in a coffee tin, Ink gone soft where the grease set in. Name on the lid isn’t the one I knew, But the handwriting hums the same old truth. Kitchen light, no camera phone, Quiet like a chapel in a borrowed home. Some miracles don’t beg applause— They change their name and keep their cause. [Pre-Chorus] I learned thunder from a hush, How to hold without a crush. All the loud that lives in me Came from someone choosing peace. [Chorus] Names change—bones don’t. Call it alias, call it home. You can file the letters how you want— Names change—bones don’t. Paper burns, but marrow won’t— Call it alias, call it home. [Verse 2] Old guitar leans by the pantry door, Dust like lace on the oakwood floor. No one said the word for years, Still the chorus floated in my ears. I kept the quiet like a vow, Spoke in rooms that would allow. If grace had fingerprints at all, They’d match the ones that taught me small. [Pre-Chorus] I learned steady from a storm, How to leave and still be warm. Every bar I mean today Started where that silence prayed. [Chorus] Names change—bones don’t. Call it alias, call it home. You can file the letters how you want— Names change—bones don’t. Paper burns, but marrow won’t— Call it alias, call it home. [Bridge] If a life can fit in two good hands, Why would it beg for second plans? If truth prefers a smaller room, Let it bloom, let it bloom. [Chorus] Names change—bones don’t. Call it alias, call it home. You can file the letters how you want— Names change—bones don’t. Paper burns, but marrow won’t— Call it alias, call it home. [Final Chorus] Names change—bones don’t. Call it alias, call it home. I don’t need the ledger tone— Names change—bones don’t. Light a match for what is gone— What remains is what I own. Call it alias… call it home. [Tag] Thank you for the quiet.