Eulogy in Blue

by Myrlin

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Eulogy in Blue conceptually delves into a sonic world of love, loss, and death by paring conversations about social issues of violence, racism, and police brutality intertwined with the story of a romantic relationship that has met its end. Accompanied by the soundscape of producers Mic Maven and Myrlin, a vivid portrait emerges that is as somber and intense as it is painfully poignant and graceful.

Eulogy in Blue is the follow up mixtape to Myrlin's first body of work The Funky Autopsy.

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released March 11, 2016

Producers: Myrlin Mic, Maven,

borrowed beats and samples The Alchemist, Trente Moeller, Adele

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Myrlin Phoenix, Arizona

Poet, emcee and teaching artist Myrlin Hepworth has written and performed across the United States. In addition to visiting nearly 30 high schools each year, he makes a living with his art by performing at universities, youth centers, group homes, museums, and theaters. Hepworth has competed in 3 National Poetry Slams and coaches the Phoenix team at Brave New Voices International Youth Poetry Slam ... more

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Track Name: Dave Chappelle
[Chorus]

I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.


[Verse One]

The money, power, or fame,
or how many people be screamin’ your name,
doesn’t equate to success or freedom to me.
I just wanna live and let my art breathe
I just wanna be. I just wanna be. I just wanna to be-be.
I just want to be free.


What happened to Kurt, Janis Joplin or Jimi
Miles, Coltrane, Billie Holiday, Amy Winehouse, or Whitney?
That fame shit is shifty.
Call it narcissism or call it the drugs.
Call it too much power or the wrong type of love.

And everyone mad at Dave Chappelle
for savin’ himself.
I’m like, well. . .
My music can’t translate to money, sonny.
My music is infinity. Fuck 50 million.
You can’t buy my dignity.

They put Lupe in a bind.
The Roots been low budget for a long time.

Paris Hilton barley does a day,
but if you a rapper they give you the max and throw the key away.
Picture Talib Kweli questioned by the FBI,
listening to Stokely Carmichael and they wanna know why.

I imagine all the people like John Lennon,
but then I remember all the people like John Lennon:
Malcom, Huey, King, Kennedys, too many names to mention.

Arizona Sheriffs and vigilantes with raw aggression.

(Chorus)

I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
And I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
and I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
but I got to feed my family.


[Verse Two]

Dave Chappelle’s black white supremacist hit.
Kids in my class memorized the skit,
couldn’t interpret what Dave was tryin’ to say:
that ignorance is blind and so is hate.
So they actin’ all KKK, runin’ the hall way all day
yellin’, “Go back to your country. White power.”

Stupid kids thinkin’ racism was cool,
unaware that the Chappelle joke was aimed at you.

If I blew, these fools would misconstrue
the shit that I do.

You
say it’s the year of the white MC.
That don’t mean shit to me,
I’m bi-racial homie.
I ain’t got no fake ID,

and because I speak about race thing,
I’d be the first they paint crazy.

America loves Slim Shady,
cuz that’s poor white American rage,
kicked over music built on black American pain.

And I too break free
from break beats built from the cracks and the inequality.

I’m just a small town kid big city adopted,
raised into a man.
Funky Finiquera where I stand.
Just a lonely mestizo
lettin’ ink flow over the alchemist instrumental.
I write knowin’ people goin’ paint me black or white,
but worse come to worse my people come first
and I fight.

(Chorus)

I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
And I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
and I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
but I got to feed my family.


(Verse, Three)

I never believed in such a thing as bad music,
just misguided lyrics and crap that’s useless.
I don’t believe in white music.
I don’t believe in black music.
I believe the fact is that black people were the first to do this,
created American music,
then the white kids started started groovin’ and wanted to do the same shit.
From hip hop to jazz
they called it devil music or a fad
cuz the music was born black.
But it takes both, you know.
White man invents the saxophone,
oppresses black man.
Black man teaches the white man how to dance
and make that motherfuckin’ horn blow, ey yo!

Don’t get me wrong. I love legends like Dylan’s and Lennon’s.
I just make objections when people say rock and roll and only white names get mentioned.
What happened to Muddy, Chuck, and Kool Herc?
The ones who made that shit groove first?
Hey, I give no love to a hip hop Elvis,
black or lilly white, wearin’ a block of ice in the summer time.
You the type to get held over the balcony by a Suge Knight.
Stars fall.
Vanilla ice.
Yikes.

And Hip Hop ain’t that black and white.

The truth is
the first b-boys were Puerta Ricans,
and you can’t get no Run DMC without out no Rick Rueben,
and he’s Jewish. So don’t ask me what the fuck I’m doin’.


(Chorus)

I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
I don’t want to be famous
cuz that shit will kill you.
And I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
and I don’t wanna be,
and I don’t need to be,
but I got to feed my family.
Track Name: Old Story
(Verse One)

Look at the rage of the man with the gun in his hand
as he stroll past your Momma in the mini van.

Dam where he goin? (uh)
Now what’s his motive? (uh)

Call it vengeance, dissolution, abuse and god complex, victimhood,
What’s it matter motherfucker he’s shootin’.

And he dressed in blue. No, he dressed like a frat boy, no he killer-killer cop,
No, he rich-rich like Tommy Hilifiger was his pops

And he keeps on shootin’.

And they say it ain’t about race
but the fact is it’s as much about race as it is about class
as it is about power, as it is about the power we lack.

And where we at?
Colorado, Oregon, California.
St Louise, Ferguson, Arizona
Staten Island
Wounded Knee
Sandy Hook
Sand Creek
Virginia Tech
Tuskegee, syringe stuck in your neck
and you still can’t feel a thing
cuz you comatose with your apathy
and we still can’t breathe.

(Chorus)

It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
Please Don’t Shoot, Please Don’t Shoot, Please Don’t Shoot

(Verse Two)

They teach us that boys are biologically engineered for violence
that women are naturally emotional, illogical, and mindless.
They say that its science
and we follow the script according to how we are guided.

We teach boys that their value is dependent on their will to do violence.
“Little Johnny better man up! Better man up! Better stop cryin!’
Take this toy gun, go run, fantasize about somebody dying!
And that’s the guidance.

So when Johnny take his gat and rat-a-tat the whole class, bullets flying.

We act shocked like “what was goin on in his mind at time, why
Johnny commit homicide?”
Cuz he thought what he was taught,
like a killer Cop when he on the block screamin,
“who the boss-boss? who the boss-boss? I ain’t soft-soft!
I can take a life without cryin!”

But the difference is Johnny go penitentiary,
Johnny go penitentiary, Johnny go penitentiary,
Killer Cop walks free.

(Bridge)

Here I am in the land of the free and the home of slaves where they take pistol straight to your face
What you got what you give how much blood do you bleed until you
Break those chains?

(Verse Three Sean Avery)

Try to be bourgeoisie
Shiny watch and Wisco-T
Hating men who look like me on BET and twitter feeds
Loving my body is hardly easy, I'm sorry Momma,
my school cannot save me cuz boys who look like me dieing
on backstreets like roadkill
I pray but shots still, steal souls from earth
I hope a heaven above us
five minutes from my house
cops shot Tony Robbinson
Say his name Tony Robbinson
All these men look like Zimmerman
trying to murder Emmitt again
so much power in mortal hands
but no justice for citizens
who are people of color
casualties in the slaughter
each bullet is telling our children killing is normal
and I don't want to be equal
I just want safety

(Chorus and Outro)

It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
It’s an old story, they sayin’ “please don’t shoot”
Please Don’t Shoot, Please Don’t Shoot, Please Don’t Shoot







[Verse Three]

Try to be bourgeois,
Shinny watch and Wisco-T.
Hating men who look like me
On B.E.T. and Twitter Feeds.
Loving my body is hardly easy,
I’m sorry, Mama my school can not save me.
Cuz boys who look like me dieing on back streets,
Like road kill, I pray but shots still,
steal souls from earth.
I hope a heaven above us.
Five minutes from my house cops shot Tony Robinson.
Say his name, “Tony Robinson.”
All these men are like Zimmerman
Trying to murder Emmitt again.
So much power in mortal hands.
And no justice for citizens who are people of color.
Casualties in the slaughter. Every bullet is telling
our children killing is normal. And I don’t want to be equal
I just want safety.
Track Name: Number 2-7
[Verse One]

I’m floatin’ down this road.
I’m driftin’ through time. Times long ago,
I think I realized (4)
the shortest truth in life is that life is finite.
Sometimes I think of my mothers eyes
and all her sacrifice. (4)
She told me about her brother. Told me how he died.
Told me about her mother. Told me how she cried (4)
Sounds of gunshots collide in her mind like a metal bucket of frozen tears tappin’
out the syllables for the word homicide (4)
Call me Number Two-Seven plenty of years I count these blessins’.
When I was just One-Seven my notebook would hold confessions.
I wrote and Tupac spoke about a life so wrestles on the brink of death and
tonight my sense of self so breathless.
Call me Number Two-Seven. Plenty of years I count these blessins.
Number Two-Seven same year that claimed Amy Janis, Curt and Hendrix.
Twenty-six years and forty-five weeks ago,
I was an infant hanging on to life because wasn’t no blood
running through my legs and toes (oh no).
My artery was stitched and sowed, re-stitched, I lived I was a miracle.
Que Milagro Paso?
Fate dances like un tiraso.
Seventeen years ago I learn to spit chingasos.
Que hubo vato?
Just a snot nose
speaking slanglish with my big primo, Kegan.
Chillin’ in the sun bakin’
con mi abuela contemplatin’
my Tio Ricky’s death and the man who slayed him.

[Chorus]

I say a prayer to you. I say a prayer for you,
with my abuelita.
Say a prayer for me.
Say a prayer for me,
Cuz you know I need ya.
In this game of life aint nobody ever-ever gets-gets out alive.

Forever twenty-seven, Forever twenty-nine,
Sam Cooke was the shit man I think that dude saved my life.

Forever twenty-three Forever twenty-five
Tupac was the shit man I know that dude saved my life!

[Verse Two]

In 67’ Otis was 26. He just recorded a song about the Frisco Bay.
Ain’t nothin’ colder than a crashed plane on the banks of a snowy lake.
Huey P was twenty-four years of age when the panther party started.
Same age as Christopher Wallace when his soul departed.
Young Biggie just one year older than my Tio Ricky.
When the gunman got shifty and blast my Uncle in the back,
cuz Ricky was about 6’3”,
gunman just a buck fifty.
It’s tragedy when something as small as a bullet
can tear through your whole family.
And my Momma, my Momma, my Momma weep.
She thinks of her brother as forever, forever, forever twenty three.

[Chorus]

I say a prayer to you. I say a prayer to you,
with my abuelita.
Say a prayer for me.
Say a prayer for me,
Cuz you know I need ya.
In this game of life aint nobody ever-ever gets-gets out alive.

Forever twenty-seven, Forever twenty-nine,
I’m bumpin’ Amy Winehouse until I reach the sky.
Forever twenty-three Forever twenty-five
My Momma and Joaquin Phoenix wish their brothers were alive.

[Verse Three]

Aliyah took that flight on August twenty-five.
A day after I turned fifteen. What a young life, she was twenty-two.
Same age I was when I was bumpin’ Amy in my living room.
Feelin’ like my body was a mess I bump those grooves to fit my mood.
I began to write this tune at twenty-seven.
A year later I return just to finish the session.
By the time this cross your mind I’ll probably be twenty-nine.
If I’m blessed with another year of my life.
Maybe it’s the last thing that I write.
Maybe I’m throwin’ up peace sign to you from the after life.
While you vibe to this in 2099.
Picture me wavin’ at you, wavin’ at you, wavin’ at you like, “Hi.”
Track Name: Rolling Stone
[Verse One]

When I was a teenager I filled my pen with anger.
Let it bleed on to the paper.
In between the lines its spelled out, “Danger.”
Sixteen years old lookin’ at a shot of lleagar like,
“Audios whoever I think I am, or could be, I’ll talk to you motherfuckers later.”

Girl, we lived out near the hills, we didn’t have no gangbangers.
Had a plenty cheap thrills and plenty of men with time to kill,
a whole lot of meth blowin’ out the park trailer.

And I went to school with a bunch of fools,
holdin’ a bottle of goose
like who knew, maybe a bottle of booze,
could help us understand our parents rules.

[Chorus]

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

But I’ve been gone for so long, and so long, and so long,
and so far to go, that I hope you know.


[Verse Two]

Oh, my, pretty little teenager you were
Heart of a lion mind like, “grr”
Girl from the west side of the city.
Power struggle with your Momma got pretty nitty-gritty.

So you hopped on your boyfriends motorbike,
You and your Mom used to curse and fight
Now you on the phone talking to her late at night.

Twenty-five years old, heart of gold,
and I hope you know, that I love you so.

I remember when you said my eyes looked like honey in the moonlight,
Said, “I got your back for my whole life.”
Said, “The future is uncertain but certainly bright,
love takes sacrifice, we get the chance we goin be alright.
We goin be alright.”

Got to show love to everyone who raised me up.
White parents of my white friends who fed me grub.
At the dinner table I used to hold my tongue.
When they talked that stuff like, “black people were slaves
a long time ago, shouldn’t matter anymore, right? Really long time ago?”
Same time James Byrd’s heads rolling down a Texas road.
Only thing they understood was the radio.

Meanwhile, my momma in line at the grocery store,
speakin’ in Spanish and the people in line start to back up slow,
like “Oh, no! Mexicans are invading Idaho.”
Even though the town down the road is named in Español
My mommas people been in this place since way before
George Washington’s slave cleaned his as a three year old.


[Chorus]

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

And I don’t wanna be no rolling stone.
I don’t wanna be no vagabond, no.

But I’ve been gone for so long, and so long, and so long,
and so far to go, that I hope you know.


(Adele)

However, far away
I will always love you.

However, far away
I will always love you.
Track Name: Eulogy
[Chorus]

Everybody dies¬—
tombstone with your name in the cement.
Everybody grinds—
gotta hustle, gotta pay rent.
At the end of my time
I hope I’ve loved to the fullest.
I know my people cry.
I’m scared, I’m scared tell my last breath.

[Verse One]

Politicians corporate thuggin but you already know though.
Bunch a dollars in a bucket
bunch of laws on the budget
when the stock market plummet
rich man get richer
while the poor man get mo’ po’. It’s all about control.
What’s a cop to a crip
to a Fox with a limp
and a Wolf with a crooked grin
lookin like a judge with gaval?

What’s a gangsters to a rebel?
9mm and pebble?
Che Guevera to a Cerpico?
Swat Team to a Gustapo?
Batteram to a tank?
Tank to the stash to a bank
to the crank to the cocaine to the crack in the pipe to gas in your tank?
What’s you think-think?
About the blood on your money whoa?
‘Bout the blood in your I phone?
Do you smell something funny?
Something crude?
Cuz oil burn like money do
in your pocket, and your pocket been stitched by a poor kid in grammar school?

[Chorus]

Everybody dies¬—
tombstone with your name in the cement.
Everybody grinds—
gotta hustle, gotta pay rent.
At the end of my time
I hope I’ve loved to the fullest.
I know my people cry.
I’m scared, I’m scared tell my last breath.

[Break]

John Oliver speeks on Civil Forfeiture…speech.

[Verse Two]

Well then it seem to me that the police operate like a gang of police,
and gang mentality still be gang mentality on any side of the street.
So I see lots of Po Po’s like baby mafiosos
seizing cash for the gang cuz he say so,
cuz he’s always been down for the gang and the gang
run the pay roll, or the precinct or euro or the world.
And soldiers roll and pledge to bleed for those who pledge to bleed for them.
Word to Restrepo.
PD like a GD in the Deparment of Disciples
so their OG’s Jump em’ in, Swear em’ in different sides the coin, same shit
when they swear their blood oaths:

like, “If you ride for me, I’ll ride for you.
If you die for me, I’ll die for you.”

[Chorus]

Everybody dies¬—
tombstone with your name in the cement.
Everybody grinds—
gotta hustle, gotta pay rent.
At the end of my time
I hope I’ve loved to the fullest.
I know my people cry.
I’m scared, I’m scared tell my last breath.

[Verse Three]

You can’t imagine the hate mail in the inbox of black feminist website
“I’ll cut you b****, I’ll rape you n***** I’ll take your life”
You can’t imagine cuz you never tried.
Main stream America speakin the lie of a post racial society.
Acting color blind.
This passive ideology helps gunmen load clips and take more life.
I’m singing black lives matter while I kiss a good cop
on his forehead and thank his wife.
Truth is treason in a regime of lies.
I’m a Rebel for the truth don’t call it suicide
Suicides leakin out your tail pipe.
Look at the time Polluted oceans and polluted minds
Look at the time Polluted oceans and polluted minds

[Chorus]

Everybody dies¬—
tombstone with your name in the cement.
Everybody grinds—
gotta hustle, gotta pay rent.
At the end of my time
I hope I’ve loved to the fullest.
I know my people cry.
I’m scared, I’m scared tell my last breath.


[Verse Four]

Lookin’ at a hotel room like a purgatory for the lonely hearted.
I’ve seen so many of these rooms, ironically I know that I’ve barley started.

Used to be a kid watchin’ bumble bee’s land on the cup of a rose,
now they hand me a cup of patron cuz I gotta little buz
and who would of known?

That when this country boy got grown
he’d be run and rippin through cities on microphone’s?

wordsmith to a T that’s me with my heart on my sleeve,
Alchemy of my soul.

Speak until the blood leak from my throat.
Who the fuck are you really if you’ve never had your heart broke.

I don’t know if I die quick or die slow.
Knife wound, car crash, heart attack, who knows?

Just a man with the truth in my hand
aimed like a rock at a tank
tryin to crack the paint, whoa.

Here I am
At the mercy of the world full of dirty tricks
And murderous whoas

in the center screamin let me go
Strip my soul, let me roam through
through stages and places and head phones—
just fragments of my soul vibrating endlessly even when my body is no more.

[Outro]

I ain’t scared no more. I ain’t scared no more.
Let me go. Let me, let me go. I ain’t scared no more.
I ain’t scared no more. Let me go.
Track Name: Lullaby
[Verse One]

Oh my dear, I’m lookin’ in the mirror again.
Sip another beer, give a toast to all my friends.
I know my fear lives inside my head.
Can’t believe another year has passed us by again.

Everyone is asleep in this house tonight
and I’m wide awake feelin’ like
If I close my eyes and let my breath collide with the air outside
that you just might be lookin’ at the same sky
At the same time
Imagine me singing you a lullaby, like…

[Chorus]

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, yeah.

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

[Verse Two]

Here I am again, again, thinkin’ about the last time
that I had you in my be-ed.
Apologies runnin’ through the back of my head
cuz my neighbors tryin’ to sleep, but we screamin’, “Yes, yes.”

And when it’s all done
we be floatin’ high on the aftermath of an orgasm.
I place my hand on your chest
in between your breasts
as the moonlight glistens across the sweat.

And I say simply that love you
Times infinity
ain’t no one above you
Thousands of miles apart
thinking about the last time I touched you.

[Chorus]

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, yeah.

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

[Verse Three]

They say an infant left without touch is certain to die.
I’m not sayin’ I’m an infant but baby— why
do my bones gotta yearn for you in the night time?
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Baby no matter where I wonder
you’re the only home I’ve really known
and the road is long and beautiful and somber.

And I love it when your candid,
make me feel like the only motherfucker on the planet.
You and me just a couple of magnets.
It’s magic.
It’s madness.
It’s romantic.
We roam lavish
oceans of bed sheets.
We so tantric, Atlantic, fantastic.
We flow Pacific position, swishin’.
One body of water
and We so in it. Explicit,
when we get it in. These emotions
keep soakin our linen
we keep swimmin again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again,
and again and again.

[Chorus]

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, yeah.

You put me in this feelin’
I’m wheelin’
I’m sinkin’ again, again.
Oh, oh, oh, yeah.
Track Name: Point Blank Cold Friction
[Verse One]

Why we cant get it right at home,
Girl.
I can’t handle you. You can’t handle me
We can’t handle our world.

See me on Tuesday, next day I’m out of state.
Scene in my city be like every other place—pretty fake.
Where else could we go?
Too many roads.
Too many wounds.
I don’t wanna be wound to you, you know
not to long ago

we was in the pool,
I was into you.
We skinny dipped, could of got arrested
but we was invested in some higher— truth.

You? Look at you-you.
Forget the way we swayed the water oh-oh.
Sound penetrate the water like a flame turn blue.
You finger-trace my shoulder blades
with hands that memorize my face Smooth.

I must admit, I can’t forget the way an orgasm bloom
like the orbit of a moon that eclipses in a private room.
Memory.
This love ain’t bullet proof.
revelry.
You and me we ain’t bullet proof.
Remember theeee
ammunition we keep
in our mouth like a loose tooth
Talk is what we do: shoot-shoot.

[Chorus]

I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
Don’t you know about?
Don’t you know about Donnie Darko?


[Verse Two]

Emotional weight
makes the surface of this relationship easy to break.
Holy earthquake. Ain’t no middle ground.
Just a bunch of romance predicated on the concept of fate.
I don’t want to use a song like a choke chain.
I just write what comin’ out from my veins.

Ain’t no easy way to say, the picture we painted
has started to fade.
My bad, dam, left the cap off the toothpaste.
Your disapproving glance makes my body conflate.
Weight.

“Hold up, hey,
why we out of touch?
How this fight erupt?”
I said what? Now your stung and your bringin up old shit.
All your feelings shows up like “oh shit.”
Could you be more drastic?
like you wish you never knew me what is that shit?”
Like you can’t see most of what we have is fantastic:
love friendship intimacy how you gonna look past this?”

Right?
But look at all this baggage
we can’t even mask it.
So dam tragic.
Sigh.
Death-death dancing ,
bunch of hammers in our hands
actin like we ain’t already built these caskets.

Why?


[Chorus]

I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
Don’t you know about?
Don’t you know about Donnie Darko?

[Verse Three]

What a twinkle in my eye on a Saturday night.
My boy said he bout to have a baby
And I told him its goin be alright.
What a miracle is life.
But some days I’m not afraid to toss it a side.
When you get this age and you witness suicides,
When you get to this age you feel young and old at the same time.
In the living room with a change maker and his incredible wife.
Trying to figure out the secret to their success
but I see the struggle in their eyes.
We all holdin’ on ‘til we die.
We all holdin’ on ‘til we die.

People grow alone.
People grow. People don’t.
People grow apart.
People fade away.
People get afraid.
People braid their hopes.
People gotta cope.
Relationships need soil and water and sun you know?

We got the water and it flow,
but we both fightin’ for the sun, branchin’ out. Oh, no.

Branch this message in your memory
cuz I feel this heavily.
I’m lonely in my mental. See
I prefer to be alone when it just me
As opposed to feeling all alone next to someone struggling to love me.

Cuz I struggle to love me.
We do the same thing!

[Chorus]

I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
I live alone, I live alone (ha, ha, ha).
Don’t you know about?
Don’t you know about Donnie Darko?

[Outro]

Don't you know about Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, Donnie, Darko?

I think we killed us and we died-died.
Woke up in my bed like where is my pride-pride?

I think we killed us and we died-died.
Can’t even cry cuz we done this too many time-times.

I think I killed us and we died-died
Woke up in my bed like who by my side-side?

I think we killed us and we died-died.
Woke up in our bed like new water, new soil, new life.

New...life.
Track Name: In Blue/Retrograde
[Intro]

I don’t wanna bring you down,
bring you down.
I don’t wanna bring you down,
bring you down.
I don’t wanna bring you down,
bring you down.
No, but I think I better go.

[Verse One]

This girl looks straight into my eyes
I glance down at the ground and past her thighs
she smart but ain’t even 25.
Oh why? Do it all gotta look so dangerous?
Somethin’ blood thirsty about the way she moves her lips
so I play it swift and refuse to flinch. (4)
She too blind the spy all the evidence
cuz its evident that you are on my mind.
Sittin here waitin for the mist to fall down from this drowsy sky.
My-my she bats her eye-eyes
but don’t wanna know a dam thing about your ghost runnin
through my body like water In a pipeline, (4)

Whoa, Torrential soul, thunder clap and rollin on this road.
Listenin’ to a trombone moan next to the sound my hearts percussive tone.
And I miss your soul, oh

This pretty young thing
right in front of me
feel like a pretty numb dream
recurring (4)

She say’s Myrlin,
“you’re so beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.
You’re so beautiful.

I say that’s a hard thing to live up to
but what can I do but sing my blues? (4)

[Chorus: Avery Murphy]

Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.

You can’t simply hide our dream in the blue.
You can’t simply hide our dream in the blue.

[Verse Two]

Mayday no eject button up in this cockpit.
This airplane in my memory keep on pit stoppin’.
Hovering past memories where we used to talk and vibe.
Oh why, once its all ending only thing that comes to mind are the good times? (4)

Meanwhile, this girl in front of me keeps on talkin’
She move her hips like puma stalkin’
I close my eyes coffins.
My mind keeps on walkin’ out the door.

Cuz the one I love don’t love me no more.
My heart soar,

So I’m driftin’ through the valley.
Standin up in this alley.
Pissin next to a homeless man that think he knows about me.
Feelin’ so dam lousy.
My vision so dam cloudy.
When the old man asks what your name is I speak it like I’m drowning (4)

Mayday crash landin’ again
On the dance floor of a wedding reception.
My hands woven against your mid section.
Treating you like a blessin’.
People watchin as we cumbia, banda, non stopin.
True love expressed in our reflections
Now its endin’ And I’m looking for the life lesson.

[Chorus: Avery Murphy]

Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.
Please don’t let me go.

You can’t simply hide our dream in the blue.
You can’t simply hide our dream in the blue.



[Verse Three]

This girl in front of me walks out the door.
I say goodnight but I mean good-bye,
but I wave and sigh and then say no more.

And I can’t ignore that she aint basic.
If you can’t see this girl in front of me is full of life, love, and radiance
you must need (4) lassic kid.

But the truth is,
You can’t replace the one you love with no one.
No type of buzz or drugs
Can replace the feeling you gave.

Oh yes, I wake up some days
And I swear I smell you next to face
but your gone the moment I become wide awake (4) I ache in pain.

I’m Living in a dark room, Yeah I know it’s a dark room
but the most striking photographs develop in dark rooms
Riding my bike home humming this dark tune like uh oh its about to be dark soon.

I just want to dream a dream
I just want to dream of you
Last night I saw you in the blue

You cupped a honey bee in your hand softly
Then you said to me,
We pollinate in dream
But we hold on too tight, in one fight we crush the bee and then feel the sting
I wake up to this beat on repeat
My eyelids shutter like cameras and insect wings

Who else goin love me like you with me?
Who else goin love us like you and me?
Who else goin love me?
Who else goin love me like… you?

And you know…

[Avery Murphy]

And if what we had
Haunts me like ghost
I know that pain is sad
But transforms the soul.

And I know I’m clean.
And I know I’m clean .

Baptize by you
In my messy room
As I sing my blues
Cuz I still believe.

And I wish you love
Yes I wish you hope
And I wish you peace
But you already know.

So let it wash away
Yeah let it fade away
and it will all make sense
as I reach my grave.

Baptized by you
In my messy room
As I sing my blues
Cuz I still believe.