Fingertip Timber, by Coyote Merlot

Fingertip Timber

by Coyote Merlot

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1.	Dance on my Grave 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Crackling sapphire, methane paint fingertip timber. Cedar-strip blood choir, splinters of porcelain whisper Hands on the wall-clock as brittle as heroin shivers Home in the night, I made my home in the night I found a home in the night Forget time, it's only life until birth Fingers guide ceramic skies along the earth While I'm here, under her trance, I'll be her slave But when I die, come and dance on my grave And when I die please build a stage upon my grave and dance a while Crackling sapphire, methane paint fingertip timbre Cedar-strip blood choir, splinters of porcelain whisper Hands on the wall clock as brittle as heroin shiver I found my home And when I die please build a stage upon my grave and dance a while
2.	The Garden Song 04:42	lyrics	buy track
This tender seed has gone to sleep Under earth, among weeds Rain will fall, sun will shine Await your time To spring forth, to bring light When it rains so hard You run out in the yard Rivulets soak into deep soil Steeping love into the jungle of your toil Paint the years with watercolours Borrow time from one another Weave a ladder to the clouds Hang a lantern from this shroud Bring a candle to the table Plant a garden when you're able Take a rest and prune your plums You bring the best out of the earth and sun We only see flowers bright, leaves of green We can't know what lies beneath Roots cut away, heartwood on display Bearing fruit to this day Take your tools from the shed Turn over a new bed Decompose, plant a rose Find rebirth Push your fingers deep into the earth Paint the years with watercolours Borrow time from one another Weave a ladder to the clouds Hang a lantern from this shroud Bring a candle to the table Plant a garden when you're able Take a rest and prune your plums You bring the best out of the earth and sun
3.	Pasaporte 06:07	lyrics	buy track
Disculpa, ¿cómo se llama usted? ¿De dónde viene usted? ¿Qué hace usted acá? Acá, no se permite la gente sin pasaporte, sin visa, sin ciudadanía Me preste la huella, me presente la cédula, para ver que sea la misma ¿Dónde está su documento? Algo con una foto, para que sepa yo que no es falso Un nombre, yo no tengo de ningún lado vengo Yo soy un ser humano Tengo el derecho de ser nadie Tengo el derecho de ser nadie Señor, te voy a detener si no puede coordinar, si estos datos no me puede dar ¿Dónde están tus papeles? ¿No están presentes? ¿Cómo que no los lleves siempre? Un nombre, yo no tengo de ningún lado vengo Yo soy un ser humano Tengo el derecho de ser nadie Tengo el derecho de ser nadie Tengo el derecho de ser Soy la ley, el gobierno Yo debo tener aceso a tu identidad en cualquier momento Un nombre, yo no tengo de ningún lado vengo Yo soy un ser humano Tengo el derecho de ser nadie Tengo el derecho de ser Un nombre, yo no tengo de ningún lado vengo Yo soy un ser humano Tengo el derecho de ser nadie
4.	Obachan 05:35		buy track
5.	Silver Threads 01:13	info	buy track
6.	Dance with the Machine 05:24	lyrics	buy track
It splits me at the seams each time I hear that grinding metal scream. Spitting out that smoke and steam, I got no choice but to dance with the machine The temple's been assembled with a thousand stones It's empty as a man moves his cardboard home He sits at the steps for he knows damn well that those doors are closed There's a fast-flowing, ever-loving, spilling stream, for centuries seen she runs cool and clean, now polluted with a couple hundred years of greed There's a language I can't quite understand, it spins from the gears of the modern man and it burns my ears, it ties my hands. There's a language I can't quite understand, it spins from the gears of the modern man, and it'll burn my tongue, and it ties my hands. A shaman's advertising on a neon sign, boiling his brew over an electric fire. He tells me that this tradition is old as the sun Coyote and raven traded in their spirit powers for the city of sin, now they're digging for salvation in the garbage bins. There's a language I can't quite understand, it spins from the gears of the modern man and it burns my lips, it ties my hands. There's a language I can't quite understand, it spins from the gears of the modern man, and it'll burn these words, and it ties my hands. Dance with the machine...

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Recorded on Piers Island, BC

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released December 24, 2019

All music, lyrics, recording and production by Coyote Merlot

Cover photo by Mike Graeme

Adrian Esau - Vocals, Guitar, Jaw Harp
Kaia Bryce - Vocals, Piano, Accordion
Arkadi Futerman - Bass on "Dance on my Grave"

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Coyote Merlot Victoria, British Columbia

Raw songwriting and acoustic grit are woven with tight harmonies for a sound that is both heartfelt and feral. Adrian Esau (guitar, vocals) and Kaia Bryce (piano, vocals) unleash melodies that dance irreverently atop the piano in muddy boots, or spark a tender glow in your spirit. ... more