POETRY
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Coyote’s Eyes
INTRO
Now we move, the beast is ever stirring
how to prove, my eyes are seeing what I feed them
will you soothe, like a caretaker of the moon?
what is truth, how the words are ever flowing
I love you, something inside is growing
in me slew, the beast inside has taken over
the beast inside has take over
the beast inside is,
VERSE I
Rust, and Slime and Dirt
anything that can’t be
grown from the earth,
a synthetic necessity
you will never be a bridge,
friend, we will always be friends
until I cross you.
CHORUS
Angel looks like a devil on my shoulder
the other one has got a noose
his hung up by possession
between my choice,
suspension.
VERSE II
I’ve seen the light in the darkest
hole, I made it.
it would burn for me,
anytime i’d need it.
you would never understand.
you could never understand,
unless you stood there.
CHORUS II
Red, little annie’s, got a spot of tension
between his grin and a pen
he draws my blood to sign
the line. before I can
Its pushed
back in.
VERSE III
A moth, she came to me,
all dressed in brown
a cool breeze rustling
her wings, with spots depicting
the eyes of a coyote.
the eyes of a coyote
introduced me to the
CHORUS III
mooooooooon!
OUTRO
Its too good to be true
its too good to be true
its too good to be true
its hard to separate the facts.
how to prove, my eyes are seeing what I feed them
will you soothe, like a caretaker of the moon?
what is truth, how the words are ever flowing
I love you, something inside is growing
in me slew, the beast inside has taken over
the beast inside has take over
the beast inside is,
VERSE I
Rust, and Slime and Dirt
anything that can’t be
grown from the earth,
a synthetic necessity
you will never be a bridge,
friend, we will always be friends
until I cross you.
CHORUS
Angel looks like a devil on my shoulder
the other one has got a noose
his hung up by possession
between my choice,
suspension.
VERSE II
I’ve seen the light in the darkest
hole, I made it.
it would burn for me,
anytime i’d need it.
you would never understand.
you could never understand,
unless you stood there.
CHORUS II
Red, little annie’s, got a spot of tension
between his grin and a pen
he draws my blood to sign
the line. before I can
Its pushed
back in.
VERSE III
A moth, she came to me,
all dressed in brown
a cool breeze rustling
her wings, with spots depicting
the eyes of a coyote.
the eyes of a coyote
introduced me to the
CHORUS III
mooooooooon!
OUTRO
Its too good to be true
its too good to be true
its too good to be true
its hard to separate the facts.
A.G. Balázs
A.G. Balázs is a Director, Producer, Actor, Video and Photographer, Screenwriter, Poet. Songwriter and Musician.