on life, music etc beyond mainstream

2022 6 Sep


von: Manafonistas Filed under: Blog | TB | 3 Comments

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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  1. Michael Engelbrecht:

    The real lyrics

    Yes I am your loverman
    Yes I am your loverman

    The coyotes are getting bolder
    They come to watch the dog sleep
    She sleeps later and later
    As she gets older and older

    In her dreams she is coyote
    Which of course is what she used to be
    A dream of a coyote
    Watching over you and me

    I 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 real

    I wanted to tell you
    We tend to stick together
    Down through the generations
    Up through the archives
    In clusters or packs
    Or coyote bands

    That is how and why I love you now and
    Have always and will always
    Love you now
    Yes I am your loverman

  2. 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

  3. H. Hermans:

    Das ist mal wieder grossartig von Bill Callahan. Und ein etwas anderes Lyrikvideo!

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