© 1996 harper blue music
i’ll die with a smile
painted upon my face
and leave you eliza but
don’t you dare wait
i’m off to see daddy
i’m up with my fame
now that i’m stuck here
i’ll always be late
but i don’t feel so dead
and i don’t feel like dad
just like you see me
after i have left
just like you to use me
for your own ends
come on sell tickets
come on come on sell brandon lee
sell pieces of headstone
sell pieces of me
well and truly dead
well and truly dad
Get the final demo and listen to it with your dad.
This is definitely one of my favorite songs. It takes some artistic license as I presume to know what a dead Brandon Lee might have to say, but I like to think it isn’t too far off. From a songwriting perspective, this is probably the most complete piece I’ve ever done. The song is littered with musical metaphors for Brandon’s career, and yes, the song is supposed to end like that.
I only demoed this one once, but I will definitely practice and polish it, and take it to a real studio soon.