Eulogy

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Andy Livingston
2017
Andy Livingston

Story

Trevor and I have been working together since “Indigo.” That was 2009. He comes from a musical family, and one day we kicked around the idea of writing a musical together. We met and started talking about the concept and thought it would be great to set a story at a funeral. Death is such a fascinating thing to me…perhaps not death itself as much as the people death leaves behind (if only temporarily). We talked a lot at that meeting about how one individual has so many different lives, and is so many different individuals depending on whom you’re speaking to. The music for “Eulogy” started to come that day. The idea for the musical faded, though, as the song continued to sing to me. He became something/someone different. I don’t think this is the eulogy that was delivered at his funeral. This is the one that was spoken silently at the casket. There is real loss here, and a pure remembrance of this being who lived; it is also a reminder of the responsibility we have to live for those who no longer can for themselves. It’s a circular idea, too, and that’s why I chose to start the album with him. “Eulogy”, in a way, becomes the tribute for the protagonist in “Brother John”.

 Every experience I have, every breath I breathe, I share and breathe with him. I wish more than anything that he could still be here to experience it with me. 

Lyrics

From dust to dust

And one of us

had better luck with faith

so please hurry

sorry

I tried so hard to get it right

 

And then it was just

A picture of what used to be instead

his dissolving calling,

“you tried so hard to get it right”

So please hurry. Sorry,

we’re almost out of time

 

oh, he loved to sing

And he loved the way that

winter melted into spring

And oh, so many other things

That I carry now for him

And I will carry until he comes

back again

 

It was your ghost,

holier than most,

whose whisper kept me warm

so please haunt me

honey, I tried so hard to get it right

then please hurry, sorry

we’re almost out of time.

 

oh, he loved to sing

And he loved the way that

winter melted into spring

And oh, so many other things

That I carry now for him

And I will carry until he comes

back again

 

So please hurry

Sorry; we almost had it right

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