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  1. Eulogy

From the recording Chiaroscuro

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