Mr Suburban Coyote Music Radio

Dedicated to one of my best friends a like or comment to make better music together through AI

*written from the heart for our friends to remember my friend... peace

3 weeks about writing about my friend accumulated into one song! Almost Done!

Concept Song: Suburban Coyote song idea mixed with original lyrics, lines, notes and thoughts, mixed AI tools on this one. Trying to mix in parts of his life weaved through music:

(oh-oh-ohhh)

we’re echoes on the hoop, spinning fast,

flavorless tomorrows we won’t grasp,

built to glide, we raise the mast,

in this tunnel, we’re the past that lasts

from scratch we grow, a tree in flight,

procrastinate the dawn, keep the night off white

leg kick the clock, let time of year unwind,

in front of mass, our choices we decline

maybe not forever, we jump sideways through,

ghosted undead souls whisper what we knew

pierce the bark, reveal the core,

plastic promises sink, we’re something more

big time doubts, they growl and roar,

but touch this now, we heal what tore

we’re echoes on the hoop, spinning fast,

flavorless tomorrows we won’t grasp,

built to glide, we raise the mast,

in this tunnel, we’re the past that lasts

cycle of recess, we eat free and bold,

bottle up the “whens,” let the present hold

power slap the fear, grant this fleeting peace,

on this gliding track, our worries cease

never pick up ruin, we dodge the fall,

theory of forever? we deflect it all

future’s a buzz, a shadow, a jest,

we sink in the moment, hearts at rest

drifting through maybes, bold and unbound,

a love so fierce, it’s all we’ve found

knee-deep in stillness, we’re wild and true,

off white dreams fade, but we break through

mass of “what-ifs” tries to pull us down,

a quick fix: you’re my crown

crazy to think this could unwind,

but in this hoop, our stars align

oh-oh-ohhh, stay or stray,

“hold me here,” or “fade away”

the river runs deep, we’re fierce and alive,

whispers of choice we’ll never revive

our bond’s a beacon, soft and grand,

echoes on the hoop, hand in hand

we’re echoes on the hoop, spinning fast,

flavorless tomorrows we won’t grasp,

built to glide, we raise the mast,

in this tunnel, we’re the past that lasts

Oh-oh-ohhh(Oh-oh-ohhh)

(Oh-oh-ohhh)

Oh-oh-ohhh(Oh-oh-ohhh)