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Alex Robshaw

About Me

Once upon a time there was music something close to love, and a child.At one point there was no more love, but the child and the music remained.The child turned into a girl, who continuously drifted from the Outer world to the Inner world.She always had stories to tell.Reality became completely irrelevant, but she soon came to face the inevitable truth that it would only ever be her own.Then she thought, if I am to be the sole dweller of this place, I might as well figure it out. A pen. Quite a few, actually.A Wurlitzer. “Use it well”, her mother said.Thoughts. Far too many.It took a long time.Cristal tears. Crimson tears. Ravens and Daemons. The worst.Cristal tears. Crimson tears.It took Forever.One day, Forever stopped. A woman came. The girl said: “Okay, Now, show me what you got.”Passion. Listen.

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Member Since: 22/04/2007
Band Website: www.alexrobshaw.com
Band Members: Alex Robshaw, a vintage Wurlitzer, a Roland GW-7, and other instruments that sometimes suggest it might be important for them to be heard.
Sounds Like: If Alex Robshaw was music, that's how she would sound like.
Record Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Time

There was a time when I would change the clocks to have them tick from 1 to 10, instead of 12, and yet I would manage to have more time on my hands.See, it's all a matter of perspective.See. Perspecti...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Jun 2009 13:09:00 GMT

Kill

Do you kill.Take time.Take time to kill.Time to kill.To kill.Kill kill kill.The words I write have the purpose of making their readers think. I assure you, it get easier with time.
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:47:00 GMT

Drowning

Did she drown, or is it me again?I am not going to die.The Harpies are in. Settled. I've been told there's this thing called BALANCE. Ravens leave, Harpies come. If anyone develops an online meeting-g...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:22:00 GMT

Death, turn

A death, and a woman walked by. A death. and the man suggested they take a wrong turn.A death, and they did.A woman walked by, again.Who gives a fucking shit about her anyway. I know I never did. And ...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:17:00 GMT

See her

See her run.Hide. Steal. She says no, but know that I know, that no, it's not. Step up, down, slide. The Land of Ice is to close to hide. Hide. Shame is too strong, and gone.Write. Write write write.S...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:06:00 GMT

Niflheimr

Land of IceSome fell behindSome fell aheadThrough the shell as I drank the wineAnd spinSpin the spindle spin spin spinTrippin' on ETrippin' on meAnother spaceman, yes, pleaseYour feet break the iceSli...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Jun 2009 06:40:00 GMT

DeTales

This EP is the detail of a story that is yet to reveal itself. The songs are tales, detales of another tale, generated yet from another tale.Remember what you're listening to.DeTales have been progres...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 13:25:00 GMT

My hair - for girls only

I have no clue how to style my hair for my album launch.My hair is pretty much un-stylable. It's fashion these days to create words, so there you go. If no one created unstylable yet. If any lovely gi...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 09:28:00 GMT

How

A man and a woman, somewhere.The woman could be a girl, still.The man is no longer a boy, and yet this isn't what it seems.This isn't a Story.Is there such a thing as A Story?Aren't stories meant to b...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Apr 2009 17:50:00 GMT

Setting

Maybe it's here, maybe it's there. Maybe it's a little bit everywhere. Does it matter where stories come from? Very much, but then, stories happen everywhere, so it doesn't matter anyway-they're all j...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 09:34:00 GMT