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Alexander Carson

 

 

Alexander Carson is a neoclassical, downtempo, composer and songwriter based in London UK.  Carson spent the better part of 7 years as the lead singer, and songwriter for genre-fluid quintet Wooden Arms.

"It rings very true to me...Very sad, and very beautiful." - Guy Garvey (Elbow) BBC6 Music

““Lovers” is a perfect blend of modern songwriting and classical musicianship.” - Line of Best Fit

“Sounding at times like an Irish prayer and others a bit Bowie-ish, but never dull or less challenging.” - Where the Music Meets

“The fragile vocals and piano playing are unmistakably Alex – a distinctive timbre and delicate working of the keys that always reminds slightly of Anthony and the Johnsons” - Outline Magazine

 

 

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Lovers

We lie in beds

Your exhale so soft

And we will divide under Harvest moons

Delicate plants on the ledges aloft

Under the bluest of skies will bloom

Exhausting our hearts to their last desire

We are two halves of a whole

Reflecting the two fold light of our fires

Across the twin mirrors of our two souls

 

And it is death that consoles you

And yet causes our lives to live

It’s the goal of this life and the hope of the sole ray

And gives us the strength to the end of the day.

 

And all through the tempest

The Frost and the snows

It’s the shimmering light on a black sky line it’s the crack in our hearts on heavens faultline.

It’s the fame of the gods

It’s the curse of the poor

And to the unknown heavens

It’s a wide open door

Forgotten

I Forgot more
Then I ever knew
Feet through the floor
Into a darkened room

Forgotten Light, Forever Now
Forgotten Light, Forever Now

I died before you got to see me
A particle of light so infinitely less worthy
So don’t look too close you’ll soon forget me
Don’t look too close you’ll soon forget me

Forgotten Light is Forever Now
Forgotten Light is Forever Now
Forgotten Light is Forever Now
Forgotten Light is Forever Now

COLOUR

Gaunt and Frail

Hands that haven’t grown

Are white knuckle on handle rail

You’re surrounded but alone



Taught and Told

Your slight unweighted frame

Nestled in hospitals alabaster silent wings

The softest melody oh the silence sings.



How’s the weather in here?

Does it rain in Ward B?

And the less said about the food the better

But at least you’re talking to me



So colour it in

Never talk it out

Write it down

Try to spit it out



You’re too young to understand it

Oh but yet you feel it anyway



You reach out

Feeling the space

You’re a phantom limb

A peculiar ache



I am a stranger

I wish you knew more

And you are flesh and blood



And I have never loved you more

Morphine

Embroid your pleasant designs upon me

Such banal canvas

Such pitiable destinies

These souls never bold enough

At least, not for me

And i’m dreaming of gallows and hookah smoke rings float

Oh you delicate monster, my likeness, my brother

This boredom

Is the worst

Of all miseries

Can I interest you in a little Morphine?

No, well, more for me now then

This takes some more from me

Now and then

You were more than half a friend

But less and less until the sweet end

And I would waste you on half-told jokes

And circumspect evidence against the contrary

You were always

My Jesus, Joseph and Mary

Morphine

One day I’ll grow old
And bigger than these bones
One day i’ll grow cold
And i’ll fill a sudden hole

For once what was lost
Will almost certainly be returned
But once this bodies lost
All my thoughts will be interned

Though I still think of you
Even though you don’t think of me
And I still drink to you
Cup runeth over these hollow bones

It’s like all my thoughts have calcified
Such contentious issues
You’re always so terribly terrified
It’s like my dreams are paper tissue

And I know

There’s no such thing as ghosts
But I would take an ethereal host
To talk to you
Once last time
And drink your wine

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