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Mixaca: Bedroom Eyes

from The Funky Autopsy by Myrlin

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lyrics

(Chorus)

[Natty]
Step out from work, two missed calls, private number but I know it’s her.
So I call her right back ask ‘what time are you coming over?’
Turns up with mine, half nine, never on time, lookin’ oh so so fine.

(Verse One)

Girl, there ain’t no perfect pictures.
I remember my light flickered
as you whispered to me.

Memory is a fading thing.
What a dream we used to keep
between you and me.
Now I’m loosin’ sleep,
wakin’ up chasin’ ghosts in my bed sheets.
I can hear you speak when I reach to touch everything again. Oh-oh.
The memories don’t slow.
Who know where this song goin’ travel and echo?
How can I let go
when I’m stuck on the same road?

I remember when you drove me home
and I watched you glow
like a flame that would guide me on.
I rock and I roam with these shaky bones.

Your skin is code imprinted on my fingertips.

The life we live
is a handful of instances,
but the life of a song can be infinite

if the ink be the tears, and the beat be the kiss.
When your voice in my ears
falls from my lips
gives birth to the lyric I spit.
Word to earth that I love you.

(Chorus)

[Natty]
Step out from work, two missed calls, private number but I know it’s her.
So I call her right back ask ‘what time are you coming over?’
Turns up with mine, half nine, never on time, lookin’ oh so so fine.

(Verse Two)

That night on the balcony
when you stared at me, I knew It was the real thing.
Standing there feeling like a misfit,
told me a story about a girl whose mind eclipses,
flashes like lightening off in the distance,
said listen.
Everyone told her to stop acting,
but the lightening kept flashing.
Black outs at school. Kids couldn’t accept it.
Beautiful girl with a mind so electric,
tears on her face when she looked up the word epileptic.

Little Michouacana,
for short you called her Mixaca.
She hopped la frontera como una rana,
separated from her momma.
Nine years old knockin’ on her mother’s door.
Sixteen when she self-diagnosed.
Now she college grown,
sayin it ain’t no stigma,
just a beautiful, painful enigma.

Mixaca, your body’s cove
the sea I roamed the day we relapsed
and you came back home.
Waves crashed like a flashback in my eyelash.
Hope you know that I love you.

(Chorus)

[Natty]
Step out from work, two missed calls, private number but I know it’s her.
So I call her right back ask ‘what time are you coming over?’
Turns up with mine, half nine, never on time, lookin’ oh so so fine.

(Verse Three)

I’m just a poet trying to paint lightening in my brush strokes
bright enough to guide these shaky bones back home.

Each time that you held me close,
we met lip to lip and cheek to nose,
which led hips to hips to grind and fold,
my hands on your waist,
like I never wanna let go.
The love we made
each day
was incredible.
Oh, who know where this road gonna go
but I gotta go: new stage, new show.
In world of shade lookin’ for the sun, tryin to grow.

And I know your soul.
What a beautiful thing to behold
magnetic, we kinetic
even on our own.

You, I believe in you. I believe in you.
I thank you.
I think of you when I watch the moon,

It’s lunacy.
Trying to feel you breathe.
Some things don’t fade for me.

The scent of your hair
in the rain in November.
If the flame fade, I will remember.
No matter the weather, I’m an ember
forever. I love you.

(Chorus)

[Natty]
Step out from work, two missed calls, private number but I know it’s her.
So I call her right back ask ‘what time are you coming over?’
Turns up with mine, half nine, never on time, lookin’ oh so so fine.

So fine. . .
So fine. . .
So fine. . .
So fine. . .
So fine. . .

credits

from The Funky Autopsy, released July 3, 2013
Audio Engineer: DJ Foundation. Lyrics: Myrlin Hepworth. Original Mash-up Created by Cee-Roo (Check out his work here www.youtube.com/user/cyrou )

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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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