I’ve been writing songs since childhood, but it wasn’t until I was 20 and began to think up The Songery that I convinced myself to pursue music as a lifestyle. I began to create songs that really excited me, and they all centered around the same philosophy, persona, and imaginative soundscape. But I also did not have the resources to create these songs. I did not know many musicians, I did not know what a DAW or an interface was, I did not know any producers, and I was not even active on any social media. But I did have sounds in my head and passion and a strong vision, and felt that if I just started, I could make it happen. So I went into a studio and cut live takes of me playing what I knew. I put together Two Songs a Day Keeps the Doctor Away.
Two Songs a Day is a compilation of songs I wrote in my late teens. I went through my younger songs and put together a body of work I felt signified my spiritual growth. Two Songs a Day is not The Songery, but Aly, the girl, before The Songery. These songs in particular came from such an open and desperate part of me. I was scared, I was fragile, I was smart, and I was hopeful. These songs hurt, and cry, and yearn for something other. Most of the songs are nothing like the colorful arrangements I had in mind when I wrote them. They don’t sparkle or shine. There’s no killer beat or luscious orchestra sweeping you off your feet. But the album is there, to document the songs. It’s stripped and it’s bare. And I hope listening to it can do for someone what writing it did for me.
Stupid face, stupid face, stupid, stupid, stupid face but that I’ve always known. Stupid face, stupid face, yes you have a stupid face but boy it makes me glow. So why do I cry at night for you? Oh how, oh how how how how how I cry for you. But boy it makes me smile when, after a little while, you say how much you miss me and I know how you feel. But boy it makes me smile when, after, a little while, you say how much you adore me and I know it’s real.
Silly girl, silly girl, silly, silly, silly girl but that you’ve always known. Silly girl oh silly girl oh I am such a silly girl but I just can’t throw it away. But time tick- tick- ticks on by and it keeps on ticking by for you. But boy it makes me smile when, after a little while, you say how much you miss me and I know how you feel. But boy it makes me smile when, after a little while, you say how much you love me and I know it’s real.
We’re a pair oh we’re a pair oh we’re a pretty precious pair for all the world to see. We’re a pair oh we’re a pair oh we are such a precious pair cuz that’s just how it’s s’pposed to be.
Cuz boy it makes me smile when, after a little while, I say how much I love you and you smile too.
Let’s play a game you’ve never heard of, though I’m sure you’ve felt the craving for it before seep through your pores, burn through your nostrils, tingle at your nerves all the way to your core. Touché. Your play. Put down your dollar, tentative holler, “10 on 2! No! 12 on 1!” Well, settle down now we’ve just begun. You soak in sweat. Your clothes get crisper. Brain itch, ear twitch. From behind you, lady fortune whispers, “You’re game.” You’re game. Gotta believe her, getting eager. Put up your best odds as you’re coming down with fever. Now you know there’s but a penny to your name, but nothing would quench your thirst the same. You’re looking for an easy way out- and this one’s nicely short and stout. Saliva build-up in your mouth- it’s hard to swallow once you’re out.
Put your last dime down on Russian roulette. Guilt suppresses at your throat like a tourniquet. Last card left- first one to bingo. Get ready. Get set. Let’s do the brain tango. You can choose. You choose. You can’t choose. You can’t lose. You lose. You lose. B-I-N-G-O. B-I-N-G-O. B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name ooooooohhhh.
Tell you what- there are times I’ve been down as well more than you know. But here I am standing tall. And there are times I feel faith is only for the foolish, but look at all that they have found. And I wish I had that too. Hold on to logic because it seems real. Let it carry your mind. Keep on searching for the answers to questions you don’t even know. You keep falling behind. And all these hours pass us by without us gaining grasp of time. So run away. You run away, run from all you’ve ever known. Run away. You run away, run away from everything you know to find something new. Vastly searching for the equation that’ll lead to something real. Nothing seems your own. So what do we do with all this logic we hold onto? Letting go is all I have. And all these hours pass us by without us gaining grasp of time. So run away. You run away, run from all you barely know. Run away, you run away from anything that’s new. We’re at a stand still with nothing left to lose. But if you just stood still you just might see you’re losing yourself. So stand where you are. Stand up now. Stand up straight- nice and tall. And you’ll find what you never knew.
The days ahead hold quite a lot for you. Although I don’t know what to say, I know this much is true. I try to hide my greatest fear inside, of you never seeking all you love, the fear you’ll hide. I take your hand, I’m by your side And suddenly I find a faith in me I never even knew A faith in love a faith aligned with all I’ll ever wish for you and all you’ll ever do. I pray you fly so high no matter how vast the sky may be. And you’ll have days filled with storms but you better keep your stride and sail to the horizon. Just breathe for the day Try to find your way And then, once you find it, with all of your might if just for a moment you shine all your light. And when it’s tough just breathe for the day. No matter what comes your way you conquer your dragons and beat all your knights. You do all you can to fight the good fight. At first the world may seem like a Neverland of fulfilled dreams and vibrant fireflies. But as time oh time, it sinks in. I hope the sparkle in your eyes never fades or dies. When love goes wrong may it never leave you wronged. I wish, I pray your heart never goes astray from who you are. And when the fire burns may it never leave you burned but if it does, you should know I’ll never let it scar. Just breathe for the day Try to find your way And then, once you find it, with all of your might if just for a moment you shine all your light And when it’s tough just breathe for the day. No matter what comes your way/ you conquer your dragons and beat all your knights. You do all you can to fight the good fight. And when it’s tough just call me. Call me. Reach out to me. I’ll be the one who will always be there when you need someone to be your guiding light shooting star center hall. I’ve never played this part you see. November’s never felt so sweet.
Winter is coming. Storm’s coming real strong. Temperature rises and my body’s falling numb. Clouds are subtle in the darkness but the tide is high and I see it honing in on the light of my heart making shadows opaque as the sky turns gray- and it darkens as I fade.
And he says, “You are the one I need. You are the one I see every night in my dreams and it feels like home. You’re the only one who’s ever known.” So we’re wading through water- trudging the sludge. Winter’s chill has just begun. So I slip and I crawl as I claw for solid ground before these floods of water leave me to drown. And he stares with his teeth but he smiles with his heart. And he looks into my eyes and he says, “You are the one that I need. You are the one that I see every night in my dreams and it feels like home. You’re the only one who’s ever known. You are the one for me. You are the one that I need every hour by my side without you I’m not alive. I’m half the man. I’m nothing inside.” So let the rain fall down on me. Let the rain fall down on me.
Passion is a funny thing, almost a charade. So mine has always been one too great and too afraid. Move on and all my colors seem to fade away into the light of a long dreamt dream. Stand there and watch it all go sweet and blissfully until we see how it’s truly meant to be. I might give it a try some…days may come and go but my heart stays the same. May be irrational but it’s never been one to play games. Silly amidst superficiality but my heart lays scattered into pieces amidst love’s debris. Sitting in the crowd, let the hastiness unfold. It’s here I wonder how I can’t help but feel alone. I might give it a try. So paint me a sky to show what wishes mean to you. And whistle me a tune to show me just how good I do.
With all my might I’d give it a try. If only I knew your heart is just as true.
Starting at a five-point and fifty million more to go. The only thing you need to know is that funny feeling in your bones is your brain questioning your soul. Oh sure, you could go other ways. There are countless other roads- all with their own set of rules, all with different tolls. Oh, the toll it can take on a hiker’s heart when they don’t know where they’re going. They spend their days perusing and they spend their nights avoiding and dodging and la-di-la-di-da-lollygagging around
Bridges connect a nation to a land, a passion to a plan, apprehension to romance. Bridges I’d love to cross if only I knew I could hold my own. Everybody knows every bridge has its trolls.
You can follow the pavement. Quick sand will never sink you by the feet. You’ve gone through pages and pages of maps throughout the ages and none of them have made rocks out of your knees. So you could go other ways. There are countless other roads- but only some have carpool lanes, but they all have some kind of toll. Oh, the toll it can take on a soldier’s soul when they know exactly where they’re going. They spend their days fighting for what they believe in and they gotta spend those same days fighting with their guns.
Bridges connect a land to a treatise, a plan to an achievement, romance to bereavement. Bridges I’d love to cross if only I could hold my own. Everybody knows every bridge has its trolls.
You gotta be quick. You gotta put in some fight. Who cares if you’ll be wrong. Who cares if you don’t do it right. You gotta stand for more.
A nation to a land. A passion to a plan. A blush of your cheek to a romance.
I know right now it’s hard to see someone else so happy, especially when it’s your only son. He was the one to see you cry, the one to hold you late at night when all your pride just seemed to melt away. And you can’t help but wonder how you got one out of one so right, while others broke your heart so many times before. It was always you and him against the world. He was the one to understand, the one who always lent a hand when it seemed no one would help carry the weight. But now your boy’s a grown man these days, you can’t help but fear he’s gone away right when you need him the most. And then you realize it’s his turn. And he’ll be forever yours. And you can’t help but wonder how you got one out of one so right while others broke your heart so many times. And daughters may love you just the same, but you know how they build and break. After all, you’re told they’re quite like you so you shield them from the pain that remains in your heart. And you hope the mistakes they won’t make set them apart. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok it’ll be ok it’ll be ok it’ll be ok. For now I know, right now it’s hard to see someone else so happy, when it’s your only son.
It’s four o’clock in the morning, and I’m thinking of all that lies out in the cold beneath the surface- locked up in those jaded eyes. And you never wanted more, but you, oh you needed more. And these wonders spin my mind. I’m lost. Searching for the signs. Days go by, turn into weeks, but I have no idea cuz I’m lost in time- chasing the pages of the novels that I read of other lives. And we’re afraid to fall and to lose it all when we’ve just managed to walk alone amongst the millions of people in this world. But I’m lost without you here. But I’m afraid to let you near. And these wonders spin your mind. You’re lost searching for the signs. As you keep it all inside. But we won’t find them on our own while we’re too scared to give a go. And these lights all show what we need to know. The direction we need is right here you see. If only you’d open your eyes. Follow. Follow the signs. Follow. Follow the signs. Follow the signs. Follow the signs.
It’s four o’clock in the morning. Still trying to rest my eyes as these wonders in all their wonder spin through my mind.
The flagpoles resounding in my ears with their swaying pioneers and I’m stuck in the middle of the road. The cable cars have all disappeared. The traffic never clears. And we’re all just trying to make it in this world. When you’re late to work and your car won’t start or someone’s broken your heart, it will only get better than this cuz old family and friends anew will always pull me through. No matter how far I seem to move I’ll always be true. It’s in this place I find some grace and I know I’ll never be alone. The boulevards may blind the stars, but they’ll never keep me from coming home. The senseless stories never end. Shattered mirrors never mend so we try to construct some remedy. Whether it be for a sore or an ever-lasting longing for more, we all feel we could use some refining. If despair’s blown your dreams away or a companion’s gone astray, it will only get better than this cuz old family and friends anew will always pull me through. No matter how far I seem to move I’ll always be true. It’s in this place I find some grace and I know I’ll never be alone. The boulevards may blind the stars but they’ll never keep me from coming home.
Home. It’s in this place I find some grace and I know I’ll never be alone. And when I’m here I feel my dearest treasures are divine. No matter how many boulevards, no matter how many boulevards, no matter how many boulevards may blind the guiding stars. And, oh, I know- though I may not always feel- I’m not alone because you are hear. No matter where I go I’ll always keep on coming home.
I dove down deep into that well. I bear too much than I can tell, and by no means is it over. But it’s not my fault and no one’s to blame if I huddle in and barricade. I won’t let me fall apart. And for that, I’ll never understand what tears a heart from a man. Chip away the fragments of my soul that keep me chained to my bones. I’ll do the best I can. You gotta do the best you can cuz through time you got left here you’re gonna act tough and put out your stuff, but you gotta prove your worth. And even so you can’t believe- but you gotta give if you wanna live in the only world you get.
Hope will rise and it will fall and when it does you better haul that ass into line- given some time. For every second love invades loss is a debt we all have to pay. Yet hope, still, hope I just can’t shake. And I will never understand what rips a heart right out of a man. Chip away the fragments of my soul that keep me chained to my bones. You gotta do the best you can. You gotta do better than the best you can cuz through time you got left here you’re gonna act tough and put out your stuff, but you gotta prove your worth. And even so you can’t believe- but you gotta give if you wanna live. This is the only world you get.
I wish I could write the right words, but it always ends with absurdity. A genius is a genius. A baker is a baker. And God is a creator- not one of us. And I could sing a million songs but will anyone ever sing along? And I can love a million hearts but will anyone love my parts- my heart?
Sun is warm, grass is green, But will I ever be seen for my true colors? Ice cream parlors never seem to let me in. And all the flavors of my behavior will never be accepted. So give me the birds and the bees, I’ll go ahead and make of them what I please. I’m tired of wanting more. These proverbs are all in store.
When will I see how others see? When will I feel how others feel? A touch is a touch. A kiss is a kiss. And life is simply frivolous. Tell me who you roam with and I’ll tell you who you are. But where I roam no one goes, nobody even knows- even though my home’s renowned for being ye-goode-olde friendly town. So give me the birds and the bees, I’ll go ahead and make of them what I please. I’m tired of wanting more. These proverbs are all in-
Stories make memories in my mind. True love is something only known through time. But I can feel it. Oh I can reach for the stars, but I will never come so far as to be lucky when I roll the dice. I guess all worth having must come at a price so give me- just give it all to me. Give me the birds. Give me the bees. I’ll go ahead and make of them what I please.
All I have is this- and more. These proverbs are all in store.