„Coyotes — We lived for awhile in a house in the hills. Coyote hills. The coyotes would start their song at dawn. Dawn and dusk were their main appearance times. Our dog would sleep outside sometimes in the morning and our boy was still bite-size. The coyotes would come take notes, edging closer each day. Mornings on the kingsize outdoor daybed. Like a righteous floating tide the coyotes would drift into our world. Predator and prey, blurred. Past and present, blurred. The young, the aged are to be snatched and devoured. Past lives edge in closer to try to speak to us. Current lives eye the past ones like sleeping dogs. And love spans all, that is why the feeling is so deep — deeper than one lifetime.“
– Bill Callahan
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Michael Engelbrecht:
The real lyrics
Yes I am your loverman
Yes I am your lovermanThe coyotes are getting bolder
They come to watch the dog sleep
She sleeps later and later
As she gets older and olderIn her dreams she is coyote
Which of course is what she used to be
A dream of a coyote
Watching over you and meI tried to signal you of danger
But my voice had not yet come through
Your were bent over a peanut of a child
A new flower on the peavine
They say never wake a dreamer
Maybe that’s how we die
I realize now that dreams are realI wanted to tell you
We tend to stick together
Down through the generations
Up through the archives
In clusters or packs
Or coyote bandsThat is how and why I love you now and
Have always and will always
Love you now
Yes I am your loverman -
Michael Engelbrecht:
Kojoten – Wir lebten eine Zeit lang in einem Haus in den Hügeln. Kojoten-Hügel. Die Kojoten begannen ihren Gesang in der Morgendämmerung. Die Dämmerung und die Abenddämmerung waren ihre Haupterscheinungszeiten. Unser Hund schlief manchmal morgens draußen, und unser Junge war noch bissfest. Die Kojoten kamen, um sich Notizen zu machen, und kamen jeden Tag ein Stück näher. Morgens auf dem Kingsize-Tagesbett im Freien. Wie eine rechtschaffene Flut drifteten die Kojoten in unsere Welt. Raubtier und Beute, verschwommen. Vergangenheit und Gegenwart, verschwommen. Die Jungen, die Alten werden geschnappt und verschlungen. Vergangene Leben rücken näher und versuchen, zu uns zu sprechen. Aktuelle Leben beäugen die vergangenen wie schlafende Hunde. Und die Liebe umspannt alles, deshalb ist das Gefühl so tief – tiefer als ein Leben.“
– Bill Callahan
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H. Hermans:
Das ist mal wieder grossartig von Bill Callahan. Und ein etwas anderes Lyrikvideo!