when the night closes around you you’re sure that something’s there you can see or smell or touch it but you feel it in the air You walk back to your room all the while looking behind That’s the animal inside you That’s the animal mind
a darkened street before you headphones in your ears in the corner of your eye there’s movement you turn to see more clear a racoon stares up at you and you’re frightened blind that’s the animal inside you that’s the animal mind
when you’re logic fails you and your senses grow the universe impales you on a tower made of i don’t know
you’re fast asleep and dreaming of some long forsaken place the door to your room is opened and you come rushing back through time and space an enemy to be defeated a lover being soft and kind that’s the animal inside you that’s the animal mind
there’s no window and no doorway in this room and i’m all alone not a soul to talk to in my mind a high pitched drone as i pace and i lose perspective one human being confined i am the animal inside me i am the animal mind
you can’t fight what you’re made of evolution’s slow and you will always be afraid of that tower made of i don’t know
someday all the supermarkets will be empty all the oceans will be algae and your children will be screwed
someday our collective data will degrade because our hard drives weren’t made to last more than a few years
could have a cave dweller painting on the wall known the painting he was painting was gonna last when we running out of food when the rain doesn’t come are we gonna learn and gonna learn fast
someday we’re gonna up and move far away we’ll seed a new colony in the far reaches of space
someday we’ll find new sources of energy and the deep long hum of technology will continue undisturbed
i know that nothing lasts and that change is the only constant still in a world that moves so fast i long for something solid
someday when the supermarkets are empty i’ll look in your eyes and i’ll be comforted by you
someday we’ll make some great discovery and it’ll prove some long held theory that deep down we always knew
sometimes i’d like just a little more patience sometimes i’d like more of everything sometimes i’d like not to waste it sometimes i’d like more understanding
on a board ten by ten with 33 men 6 bombs and one flag incognito 2 lakes in the middle can you solve the riddle of strategic strategy that’s stratego
one marshall can’t die by any hands but the spy’s the miners defuse bombs so we go ahead with full steam with a finely laid scheme of strategic strategy that’s stratego
send your scouts out along finds a cluster of bombs i say adios amigo you think my flag’s there but it could be anywhere of strategic strategy that’s stratego
and it’s sing boys sing they’ll never find a thing they’re the id to our super ego don’t dally don’t wait let’s set those fiends straight with strategic strategy that’s stratego
there’s nothing left to say here all my frogs are spent as each one croaked a new memory spoke and we watched it as it went
and so i just can’t stay here the silence is too much that last toad was a crushing blow kicked out my very last crutch
some fiends make you smile while they’re ripping out your heart some fiends take a while some never seem to start
let’s get bloody let’s dirty up our souls let’s get bloody you’re so pretty i just don’t know
you survey your kingdom Caligula in pink the gulf between pauper and queen is smaller than you think
you watch your gladiators in their artificial lake will the colosseum hold or as the game unfolds will the levies start to break
some fiends watch your back then stab you in the heart some fiends just attack some never seem to start
let’s get bloody let’s dirty up our souls let’s get bloody you’re so pretty i just don’t know let’s get bloody let’s hustle up some skin let’s get bloody let’s be heard about this din
Coyote Hearing is a recording studio in Oakland where I recorded the 5 tracks that will be on my imminently-to-be released EP! This is a song for them!
cochrane mcmillan and jeremy black if you need a producer they’ve got your back it’s coyote hearing
32 channels of apogee 2 royers and and 4 balls of steel
well i could list all the outboard gear but we’d be sittin here for one thousand years
it’s a comfortable place to focus your head and kid was a roadie for the grateful dead
you can call him lunkhead he rock you in your bunk bed with guitar made of fire and his kind personality may you always reach your goal my friend you were born to rock and roll my friend with your heart open wide and you soul fast and free
