The Spirit of the Coyote...the animal or the person with those coyote dreams.

<DEMO for the Lyrics & Groove of this idea/story/concept.  I want to hear Real musicians Cover it>     ronktolen@gmail.com

Coyote Dream

LET IT BURN 
writers: Carey Latham, Jennie Larsen

Lying on your back
In a bed of sleepin’ daisies
Wonderin' if the moon is 
Lonely as you tonite 
Feelin lost in a starry sky

Then out of the blue by the cypress tree
It’s like you’re right where you’re supposed to be when he
Wraps you up in his arms, so tight

Yesterday, two kids skipping stones
Now your heart’s skippin beats
Feelin’ things you’ve never known
 
Let it burn
Stay right there in the flame
Dance while embers fall like rain
Fall like rain
It’s a beautiful thing
Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn

As swift as he swept you off your feet 
He’s gone, you’re weeping like a willow tree
And you can’t breathe 

Yesterday, two hearts beat as one
Now you’re left lettin’ go,
Wonderin’ which way to run

Repeat CH 1

Let the fire reach down in your soul
Let the ashes clear away the old
Girl, hold on!
 
Let it burn
Stay right there in the flame
Dance while embers fall like rain
Like gold, like growth, like change
It’s a beautiful thing
Let it burn, Let it burn, Let it burn


Let It Burn (Latham,Larsen)

Ho Ho Ho Honey- Demo V2

A collaboration between me and lyricist Florian Hoffman in Germany, for the FAWM 50/90 challenge

Aidos Demo Lyrics by Florian Hoffman

FUN AND GAMES

Full Moon, Empty Arms

Words & Music by Marianne Murdock

April Manchester on vocals.

Country ballad. Lost love.

Full Moon, Empty Arms

Hold On Demo

Written, performed, and produced by Brian Newman

briannewmanoriginals@gmail.com

It Ain't December

Gaslight

The way that your brow arches up on one side when you smile
Drove me wild
The way your head tilted while waitin' on me
When I took my sweet time
These images burn in my brain they all turn
Like a love story stuck on rewind

One by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
You’re right there at the bottom of my glass
I don’t know why they call it the past

The way that you laughed when you read my first draft
‘Cause you knew it was true
The hitch in your shoulder, that soft subtle sigh
When you got to the part about you
Like clips from a slide show they never slow down
Some days I don’t think I’ll get through

Yeah one by one it all comes undone
Yeah these memories keep comin’ back
I drink my beer and I think to myself
I don’t know why they call it the past
‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Those bygones come on my so fast
I don’t know why they call it the past

When I leave this bar seems I don’t get too far
Maybe this drink will be my last

‘Cause every damn time that I take that last sip
Swear your lipstick’s all over this glass
I don’t know why they call it the past
I don’t know why they call it the past

Full Moon, Empty Arms

Marianne Murdock

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