vandal wrote:
Keep some… good saxophones around.

This is painful to listen to. Skip, fast!

I love escalating instruments.

Lyrics:
Yes I am
Your lover man
Yes I am
Your lover, lover, lover man
The coyotes are getting
Bolder
They come to watch
The dog sleep
She sleeps later
And later
As she gets older
And older
In her dreams she is coyotes
Which of course is what she used to be
A dream of a coyote
Watching over you and me
I tried to signal you a danger
But my voice had not yet come through
You were bent over, a peanut of a child
A new flower on the peeving
They say never wake a dreamer
Maybe that's how we die
I realize now that dreams are real
I wanted to tell you, pretend to stick together
Down through the generations
Up through the archives
Holding hands through many lines
And clusters or packs
Or coyote bands
That is how and why I love you now
And have always and will always
Love you now
Yes I am
Your lover man
Yes I am
Your lover, lover, lover man
Yes I am
Your lover man

I thought this was a live version of Neil Young's "Harvest Moon" at first. But Mr. Callahan had an entirely different sonic journey mapped out... Starting at 8. 

That ragged sax is both tortured and torturer, I love it... 

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