Coyote Poets of the Universe is a group of musicians, writers, composers, lyricists and poets, the lines of which are in a constant blur between us.  Please find all of the lyrics to the original songs on Strange Lullaby.  

                                                                                                                       

Piece of Cake

Every broken person is a monarch, oh a piece of cake, oh a piece of cake

Here was the miracle of breathing, when I was drowning, drowning, I was drowning, ohhhhhh drowning.

*I can see my reflection in your broken eyes, I can hear my own exhale darling in your lover’s sighs.

*I can see my reflection in your broken eyes, I can hear my own exhale darling in your lover’s sighs.

Misunderstood a wasted belligerent, caught depriving, oh depriving, ohhh, depriving.

Cup of coffee and some poetry, winged solo, so solo, I’m so low, ohhhhh im so low.

*I can see my reflection in your broken eyes, I can hear my own exhale darling in your lovers sigh.

*I can see my own reflection there in your broken eyes, I can hear my own exhale in your lovers sighs.

The night, the night , it holds the stars away, the stars away, holds the stars away, holds the stars away.

Every broken person is a monarch, Oh a piece of cake, oh a piece of cake, oh, I'm a piece of cake.

 

Amherst Café

In a café down on Amherst, sitting in a corner, heels red so high.

Sunshine in her lashes, sparkle in her eyes now, searching past the front door dogs and junkies on the prowl.

In a café, down on Amherst, sittin in the corner heels red so high.  Summer on the corner, buss's on the fly now, waiting on her lover’s hands on her thigh.

*Love has healed the broken last fissures of goodbye~ Wine and lust becomes her, mouth is bruised and blush with love….  Love has healed the broken last fissures of goodbye. Wine and lust becomes her, mouth is bruised and blushed with love*

In a café down on Amherst, sitting in the corner, heels red so high, soul fire dancers, spinning down on Colfax. Pan handle beauty swirling on.

*Love has healed the broken last fissures of goodbye. Wine and lust become her, mouth is bruised and blush with love. In a café down on Amherst, in a corner heels red so high. In a corner down on Amherst, heels red soooooo highhh, in a café down on Amherst. Sittin in a corner, heels red, soooooooo high…

 

Synesthesia

If I could run away, I’d hold your hand and take you there. If I could run away, I could never go and leave you here.  You fill up my world, with color, with color, with color.  The chords that bind, your heart to mine, will never, be undone.  Those chords are strong, oh so strong, the chords that bind your heart to mine, heart to mine.  The chords that bind, your heart to mine, will never be undone.  Chords that bind. Those chords are strong. Your heart to mine. All mine. Heart to mine, all mine.

 

 

Oboe Dobro

 

Love. Love. Love. Love. Ahhh, Love. Ahhhhh. Love.  I love a man who plays the Dobro, I love a man who drinks straight whiskey, I love a man who dances Tango, I love a man who knows his pastry. I love a man who kisses deeply, I love a man who plays the Oboe. I love a man who plays the Dobro, I love a man who plays his Oboe.  I can’t decide, I can’t decide! I love a man who plays his Dobro. I love a man who plays his Oboe, I love a man who drinks straight whiskey, I love a man who dances Tango, I love a man who knows his pastry. I love a man who kisses deeply, I love a man, who plays his Oboe, I love a man who plays the Dobro, Oh! I love a man who plays the Oboe. I can’t decide, I can’t decide, I can’t decide, I can’t decide, Oboe Dobro, Dobro, Oboe, I can’t decide, I can’t decide. (She can’t decide, she can’t decide, she can’t decide, she can’t decide, she can’t decide, who she gonna pick? She can’t decide she canst decide.) I can’t decide, I can’t decide, I love and Oboe and a Dobro, love an oboe and a Dobro, I can’t decide, I can’t decide, I love a man, I love a man, I cant decide, I cant decide, I cant decide, Oboe, Dobro, I cant decide, I cant decide. Oboe Dobro, Oboe Dobro, I can’t decide, oh yeah.

 

Green Glass

 

Does this sound like a drink or does it just sound like wind chimes.  Makes me think of my mother. My mother drank a lot. She always had a glass of ice.  Every single time I called her on the phone, when she picked up the phone, the first thing I’d hear would be that sound.  She had a big green glass and she kept it on her bar.  She’s say Melissa, go make me a drink in my green glass.  She drank, coffee brandy and milk, with vodka in it. .I think that’s called a White Russian.  Isn’t that called a white Russian? Now, I only had a White Russian, one time in my life, but it wasn’t one. I drank like ten, with the clinky ice and everything.  And then I had to jump out of the car in front of our town hall and throw up, and I puked all in the bushes for like ten minutes. It was really gross. And there was nobody there to hold my hair back and stuff.  Girls like that you know, like when your going to vomit you want your date to hold your hair back.  Most dates don’t want to do that though, so if you find one who will keep him, or keep her, or them or whoever. 

Sometimes at night I can still smell the White Russians, and I don’t mean the Russians that live over, over on the other side of the world.  I mean the White Russians that live in the bottom of a vodka bottle mixed with Coffee Brandy.  

When I was a little girl, I was afraid.  When I was I was a little girl, I was afraid.  I was afraid, that I would never ever grow up. I was afraid that I would never, never, never grow up. I wanted to be tall. I wanted to be beautiful. I was afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid, afraid of it all. Because beauty is power you know it is, because beauty is power you know it is, because they tell you that beauty is power, you know it is.  When he was a little boy. He wanted to grow up to be strong enough.  When he was a little boy. He wanted to grow up to be strong enough.  To be strong enough, strong enough, strong enough, strong enough to rule the world. To be strong enough, strong enough, strong enough, strong enough to rule the world. To be strong enough, strong enough, strong enough strong enough to rule the world. But he was scared. He was scared to rule the world.

 

Nobody Knows

 

Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me. Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows, but me. Nobody knows, but me.  Me.. Me..Me… Me..Me..

 

Ghost In The River

 

They’re dragging the river, but the river’s runnin highThat’s his horse over there, he didn’t come home last night. His momma and daddy hope and doom in their eyes. On the shore they are prayin, and then they realize.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he's gone, he’s gone. Gone forever on this day.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, gone in the river, aint nothin you can say.

Ghost in the river, spirits of the drown, grievin on the shore, sadness all around. His momma and his daddy, hope and doom in their eyes. On the shore they are prayin, and then they realize.

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, gone forever on this day. He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, gone in the river, aint nothin you can say.

All these years later, his son walks the shore, he misses his daddy, lives on as river lore. He wonders why it happened, loss and hurt in his eyes. You cant bring back tomorrow until you realize,

He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, gone forever on this day. He’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone, gone in the river, aint nothin you can say.

 

 

Honey For My Children

 

Oooooohhhhhh, ooooooooohhh, Honey for my children, starlight for my wounds. Sunsets on the river, wind across the dunes.  Whispers of defiance, sunspots on the sky.  So you feign some reliance, living in a lie.

I want to walk on from this dream that you made,

I feel so empty, when I feel this betrayed,

I want to walk away before I can’t go home, oh, home,

Ohhhhhhhh home, where I’m safe at home, ooooooooh home, where I’m safe at home

Honey for my children, starlight for my wounds, whispers from the river, change is coming soon. Music of defiance, phases of the moon.  So you fake some compliance, dancing to their tune.

I want to walk on, from this dream that you made.

I feel so empty, when I feel this betrayed.

I want to walk away, before I can’t go home.

Ohhhhh, home, ohhhhhh home, where I’m safe at home

Ohhhhhh, home, where I’m safe at home, home

Home, where I’m safe at home.

Honey for my children, starlight for my wounds. Blood runs in the river, blood across the moon.  Honey for my children, starlight for my wounds.

 

On a Rainy Street

 

I’m selling my pies, on the street in the rain.  I’m selling these pies, on the street in this rain.  I’m selling my wares, on the street in this rain.  I’m selling my wares, I’ve never felt such pain.  I’m selling my pies, on the street in this rain.  I’m selling my wares, on the street in this rain.  I’m selling my wares….. I never felt so much pain.

 

Radio Z

 

Coyotes have overrun the philosophers club festival being held at the Brighton Memorial Swamp Rocket Water Park.  And now music from back when the water was still blue and we were the only species in the Galaxy. 

 

Scars

 

All right, let it roll… Who ya gonna love, now that I’m gone.  Who ya gonna lie too, who ya gonna burn. Nobody knows, how much Earth I would turn, just to see you baby, just to see you learn.  I’ll go my way, got scars to show, and nobody knows, nobody knows.  Who ya gonna love now, now that I’m gone, who ya gonna lie too, who ya gonna burn.  Nobody knows, how much Earth I’d turn.  Nobody knows, nobody knows just to see you learn, see you learn, see you learn.  Nobody knows how much Earth I would turn over baby just to see if you could ever learn.  Just to see you learn, just to see you learn.

I got scars, for all to see. I got scars, that you put here on me. No amount of time is gonna heal these wounds, and there’s nothing more that I can do.  How much Earth, would I turn, just to see, if you ever learn.  How Earth would I turn, just to see, if you’d ever learn.  But you never learn, no you never learn, no you never learn, no you never learn, no you never learn, you never learn, you never learn.  I got these scars, there never gonna heal, I got these scars, they’ll never heal, I got these scars, I got these scars, I got these scars, got these scars.  You gonna learn, now that I’m gone.

How much Earth would I turn over with my bare hands, how much Earth would I turn over with my bare hands, how much Earth would I turn over with my bare hands, just to see if you’d learn, just to see if you’d learn. Who ya gonna love now that I’m gone, who ya gonna lie to who ya gonna burn.  I don’t know if anybody ever heals, how much Earth, how much Earth, just to see if you learn.  Will you learn, did you learn. I got scars, they’re never going to heal, I got scars, they’re never gonna heal, I got scars, they’re never going to heal, I got scars, they’re never gonna heal, they’re never gonna heal, never gonna heal.

They’re never gonna heal, they’re never gonna heal, I got scars, they never gonna heal, I got scars, never gonna heal. I got scars, I got Earth under my fingernails, I got scars, they never gonna heal, they’re never gonna heal….

Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows….

I got scars, they’re never gonna heal, I got scars, they never gonna heal, I got scars, you know they’re never gonna heal. Nobody knows what Earth I’d turn, nobody knows how much Earth I’d turn, nobody knows how much Earth I’d turn just to see you learn, just to see you learn, see you learn, you never learn, you never learn you never learn, you never learn you never learn, you never learn you never learn, I got scars. Never gonna heal, I got scars , never gonna heal, we all got scars, we all got scars, we all got scars, never gonna heal. 

Who ya gonna love, now that I’m gone. Who ya gonna love, now that I’m gone, who ya gonna love now that I’m gone. Who ya gonna love, now that I’m gone.  Who gonna lie to, who ya gonna, now that I’m gone, now that I’m gone, who ya gonna lie too now that I’m gone, now that I’m gone, now that I’m gone. I got scars, never gonna heal, I got scars, never gonna heal, I got scars, never gonna heal. Never gonna heal, never gonna heal, never gonna heal….

 

Playin In The Rain

 

Anyway you wanna love me baby, that’s all right by me.  Any ole way you wanna love me darlin, that all right by me.  Sun streams in the windows baby, thunders passed us by. Kisses dark and lazy darling, lets let this rain pass by.

Anyway you wanna love me baby, that’s all right by me.  Morning light reflecting darling, covers thrown aside. Any way you wanna love me darlin, that’s all right by me. Smell of rain and coffee darlin warm and lovely dark.

Playing in the rain, you know were’ playing in the rain baby, playing in the rain, you know were playing in the rain darlin, playing in the rain you know were playin in the playin, playin, bebop, diddly, diddly, diddly , bebop, were playin in the playin in the rain you know were playin in the rain, ba ba de de da da da, playin in the rain, you know were playin, playin in the rain baby, playin in the rain, you know were playing in the rain darlin, baby, darlin.

 

No Room For Virtue

 

Cloudless morning, simmering blue sky, no need to worry no time to cry. NO room for virtue you just got to pay , no room for virtue you’re gonna pay anyway.

Half the story told, a blue dress will do, quiet in the morning and sunrise with you. No room for virtue, you just got to pay, no room for virtue, you’re gonna pay anyway.

Tore a page outta Job and rolled up a spliv, shhsssssssssss, left my troubles behind me. No room for virtue, you just got to pay, no room for virtue, you’re gonna pay anyway.

Cold old sprit from a dead dog night, beach blanket tied with all your might, no room for virtue, you just got to pay, no room for virtue, your gonna pay anyway. Come on ya’ll.

No room for virtue, oh! No room for virtue, oh! No room for virtue, you just got to pay, no room for virtue, your gonna pay anyway.

 

Sparrow

Poor little sparrow, you never bargained for this, lifeless on the sidewalk, from your days final kiss.  Poor little sister, caught up in the past, where’d you think that you were going, did you think it would last.

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is, what it seems.

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is what it seems.

Strange lullaby, strange lullaby, lullaby…

Poor little field mouse, you never bargained for that, you ate the poison, it was meant for the rat.  Poor little brother, home so far away, you try to leave now, but here you will stay.

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is, what it seems.

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is, what it seems.

Strange lullaby, strange lullaby, lullaby….

Poor wild children, we knew you were lost, out in the badlands, at such dreadful cost.  Poor old midnight, we all whisper your name. Such terrible darkness, and you carry the blame. 

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is, what it seems.

Miracle wishes, quick silver dreams, nothing is, what it seems.

Strange lullaby, strange lullaby, lullaby…

Poor little sparrow, you never bargained for this, lost on the sidewalk from your days final kiss…

 

Talk To Me

Talk to me. Let me know your in the room. Talk to me, I can’t see you through the gloom. It seems the light has dimmed and someone said we might be through. Talk to me.  Help me please. Understand what we should do. Hear me please. For a way to work this through. Don’t let some so-called friends decide what’s best in life for you.

Talk to me.

People say, and people talk about things they don’t know much about.  Glad to tell you how your life should go. Well let them talk on this and that, cause we know it’s not where it’s at, you’re the one who’s deep inside my soul.

Talk to me, think how pleasant it will seem.  Contemplate you and me in sympathy. Your shoes beside my bed will make me happy as can be. Talk to me.  Talk to me.  Talk to me.

 

Jambalaya Moon

 

A poem is a whisper, a poem is a kiss.

A poem is a blessing, a poem is all this.

Tired legs and lost starlings.

You walk those French Quarter alleys with destiny’s darlings.

That Louisiana night was in the air and the smell of the sea and the river was in your hair.

Aimless walkers who trod the steps a devout lonely sinning on old Rue Bourbon under a Jambalaya Moon.

A poem as a whisper, a poem as a kiss, a poem as a blessing a poem as all this.

Sin slick skin and skin slick sin. Desirable desperation wrought iron balcony locked up flaming heart spilling its red light out into the storyville dawn.  The swamp rises on the dead run of getaway harbors. A knife fight wakes the cats and the cold meat of morning mars the old sidewalk till they hose it down.  A poem of a whisper, a poem of a kiss, a poem of a blessing a poem of all this.

The lurid lights of yesteryear gather like smoke around brass and away on the west bank coming across old man river with cool resolute newness the sound of a horn.

The ghost of Buddy Bolden consecrates the Big Easy day in a second line dream.  A poem for a whisper, a poem for a kiss, a poem for a blessing, a poem for all this.