Dear Dudley from Trep by Trep

Dear Gig, how the hell have ya been?
Been layin back, with a glass of red?
Have you been sharkin pool up there, givin tips?
With the opera, Puccini’s hits?

Well, your family is safe and sound down here.
We’ve just been missin you, your laugh, your ear.
I know that I cant write you so I write your ghost,
just to say, what I miss the most….

I remember catchin fire flies on Williams road.
We’d jar em up, watch em glow.
I remember sailin side by side.
You’d man the mast, I’d guide the tide.
You taught me how to listen, how not to brag,
and how to embrace the things I lack.
But what I lacked when you were at the end,
was how to say goodbye my friend.

Goodbye my friend, my family’s stone.
Goodbye my reason for my glow.
Goodbye my laugh, my ears, my voice.
Goodbye my friend.

• Electronic
• beats
• film music
• folk
• indie
• Boston