Coyote Stars

See that one?

It's bluegrass music

Caught up in light

Broken to pieces

And reset as a star

Don't you hear the twang?

Twang-dang-lang-a-tang

Bluegrass, right?

And that one--

It's gospel music

Sung by coyotes

Reaching up into skies

So far away

We can't even see them

We can just see light

From the celestial fireballs

Bouncing off them

They're not really stars

They're better than stars

They're coyote stars

They're stars you sit under

On a night in March

When it's freezing back East

And you're sitting in a desert

Wondering if you're as high as you think you are

Or just really, really, really in touch with yourself

Tang-tang-a-lang-dang

Woo hoo, Jesus

Why are we in our underwear?

And why am I not uncomfortable

About the fact

That we're in our underwear?

And why is the idea of my belly button

Suddenly so fascinating to me?

See that?

That's the La Gaya de Fuevo

It means 'He Who Loves the Waves'

In Ancient Aztec

No, that's total bullshit

But it sounds amazing, right?

I wish I could feel like this all the time

I'd never work

And I'd eat constantly

And I'd fuck anything with hair

But man, I'd be happy

And comfortable

And cool

And consistently amazed

By the world around me

I'd see the coyote stars

For coyote stars

Can only be seen

In our current condition

Tis their defense mechanism

Against insincere people

Peeeeeople

Peep-peep

Peepiola, La Gaya de Fuevo

See? Now I hear a mariachi band

And it's rising

And it's going

Into the galaxy

Where it will be forever changed

By the gasses in the universe

And mutate into something eternal

A star

A brand new coyote star

And it will be howled at

By young lovers in underwear

Under a blanket

In the desert

Waiting for their friends to sober up

So they can go back to the campsite

And start to feel shame again

But until then

We'll tan ourselves

Using the light

Of the coyote stars

And carry this feeling back with us

Hiding right beneath our skin