rippingyarns

by cynthia alexander

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released June 1, 2000

the flowers of youth
poetry by tita lacambra-ayala

i don't mind, motorbykle, u & i, daisy chain
drums : benji mendez

u & i, daisy chain, walk down the road
congas : toni bernardo

frost & glass
rainstick & shakers : toni bernardo & cynthia alexander

knowing there Is only now, motorbykle
bass : jeri de leon

intertwyne
cello 1 & 2 : kiko llorin

owner of the sky , rainday
violin 1 & 2 : proseso yusi
cello 1 & 2 : kiko llorin

all words & music written & performed by cynthia alexander unless otherwise specified.

producers : cynthia alexander & maly andres
sound engineer : angee rozul
recorded at TRACKS
mixed & mastered by angee Rozul

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cynthia alexander Tacoma, Washington

‘Known for introspective lyrics that sound like deep conversations with the listener, Alexander has succeeded in crafting music that’s distinctly Asian in character, anchored on elements of Malay and Indian ethnic, yet warmly assimilates Western influences such as jazz and the blues, with a nice touch of classical to boot.’ — Philippine Daily Inquirer ... more

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Track Name: owner of the sky
Owner of the Sky

time and time again
we tread upon
the dusty earth we bed
in search for
the Owner of the Sky

must I? I must! I say
age upon age, say I,
exalt in the search for
the Owner of the Sky

I see sky, you see
the sky from end to end
sees I, you see
I be now
as I be then

life after life I be borne
upon the dusty path
lay your head on the weary rock
in search for in search for
the Owner of the Sky

I see sky, you see
the sky from end to end
sees I, you see
I be now as I be then
Track Name: the flowers of youth
The Flowers of Youth
are growing brown
around your garden
the leaves fall and the buds
grow tight, no longer unfold
Bridges lose their
bearings and rivers
catch them falling
the splintered wood float
like so many boats drifting

Things decay, strength is
forgotten in the face of weakness
loneliness conquers even the
memory of
brighter hours
Soon your face will be a small
photograph almost like a stamp
on a very important letter

that I mailed to someone very far away