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Coyotes
06:59
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In Southern New Mexico, tame coyotes roam through the desert where they’re hunted just because they have no home. You can hear their bitter howlings to the dry desert moon, where parched of all their spirit their battered hearts do moan.
But they’re stronger than the hunters! and know the desert secrets, like a Mystic is a healer and lightning cracks alone. Where there is no thunder, still they shake down to the bone, but the hunters quake and shiver and then steal away back home.
Nothing is safe in a desert hard and dry,
hunted by hatred through rabid dogs’ eyes.
With the silence of railroad ties, they walk out through the night, hoping that by sunup they’ll have somewhere safe to hide, whether canyon, creek, or crevice, some respid they may find, always hoping to the Mystics that they never lose their hide.
And they duck their faces deep away from the Dirt Devil’s dance, pelted all through the day by dry, hot desert sand. And as the sun goes down at dusk, they pray for one more glance of the sun tomorrow morning with their families by their side.
The hunters are always packed and ready to go.
They fire warning shots at night to let the coyotes know.
Nothing strikes fear in men more than fearlessness. As the coyotes walk group by group across this great abyss, their teeth never show, but their eyes glow just like Saints! and as they march, they’re not afraid, so the heartless hunters aim and miss!
And the Mystics speak silent through the stoic spine of lightning that they who walk with quiet strength are on a path of righteousness, but they who aim a barrel at a group of tame coyotes will always miss and find themselves forever on the losing side.
The coyotes make it all the way home,
where they’re greeted as heroes while the hunters fall unknown.
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Tumbleweed Love Song
03:05
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Come and take me in your arms
the road is lonely, nights are long
i’ve wandered off too far from home
I’m longing for an embrace
the low blue moan of freighter trucks
tucks me in to sleep each night
the moon so slowly overhead
casts it’s doubt upon us and
unfortunately, darling, I won’t be home so soon
I must be crazy
to up and leave the way i always do
i stood atop a cliffside and looked
down where coyotes hide
in the crags of burnt red rocks
where shadows pour beneath the sun
in deepest new mexico the sky caught fire
and the stars all burned
each one longing for the arms
of their long lost lovers, but
unfortunately, darling, the distance remains
the sky will sparkle with diamond tears
then gently fade away
the time has come i cannot wait
how could i ever hesitate
but as long as i am not too late
will you take me now as yours?
it is true i won’t deny
that as i wandered i did lie
beneath the diamond-studded sky
thinking long for you
unfortunately, darling, i was slow to return
so, love the one you now are with
and i’ll join the stars to burn
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Windy Side Of The Hill
05:47
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grandpa’s ashes sit in terracotta
where the drought crippled dusty’s mind
the sun rises late and dusk comes early
where dirt blows through the clothes on the line
coyotes howl to the milky host of stars
the screen door swings on the back porch
and no one is around but me
grandpa built the house and dusty painted the walls
but the paint is peeling and the mountain erodes
where hawks claim the highest trees
watchful and unafraid
mice scurry away
from diamondback rattlesnakes
and all is left to fate or luck or time
each day the cicadas shake
in the branches of the cottonwood trees
dancing to the heat of the day
as the dry sun drifts overhead
rattles and rustles
and the evening song of the whippoorwill
lifted up from the windy side of the hill
the water that forms these mountains that climb
trickles in the valley where the hummingbirds hide
and when their wings don’t hum
they offer me their trill
and we all sing together on the windy side of the hill
the coyotes cicadas and me
with the birds and the cottonwood trees
we all sing nature’s hymn on the windy side of the hill
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Brian Gore & The Tender Fritters
Songwriter Brian Gore, with his rotating cast of players, the Tender Fritters, blend Country, Folk, Rock, and Jazz to create
a dynamic accessible while original that carries his tales of the world’s back pages.
"A mix of John Prine and Bob Dylan."
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