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Coyote Afoot

by Wyld Dandelyon

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I've always loved Coyote stories, and tie-dyes, and it seemed to me that they should be brought together, which eventually led to writing this song. These days, I sing the song a lot more often than I dye t-shirts, so I think think things turned out pretty well.

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Coyote Afoot
By Deirdre M. Murphy


My kitchen draped in plastic, the food hidden away,
A dozen pots of dyes in a rainbow were arrayed,
In folds, knots, and spirals white t-shirts all were laid,
I’d been at work for hours, and my nerves were quite frayed.

Then, from up near the ceiling, a white-clad man splashed down
And landed in my dyes—a clumsy red-haired clown—
He admired his new-dyed suit, ignoring my fierce frown,
And with a tie-dyed grin said, “Let’s go paint the town!”


I demanded, “Who are you, and how’d you get in here?”
That cocky lad just grinned a smile from ear to ear,
Said, “Call me Coyote. My dear, you need not fear—“
My look must have made my disbelief quite clear


He stood and looked me in the eyes, and said,
“You sing, ‘The Gods are Alive and Magick is Afoot”
Then why so much surprise
When I appeared before your eyes
And tripped through your dyes—
Did you think your Gods would meekly stay put?

Then the young man shifted, to dispel any doubt
To a four-footed form; he tossed my dyes about
And the clothes were all spattered with bright-colored rain
Then suddenly my guest wore human form again

The Gods are alive, and Coyote’s underfoot
And his feet are full of dye and his eyes are black as soot
And the shirts are all dyed now, though how well I cannot guess
And he asked me out again, and I heard myself say, “yes”.

The evening was amazing, Coyote sure can dance
Whenever I felt tired, he revived me with a glance
When I went to rinse the new-dyed t-shirts the next day
They were marked with the bright prints of a coyote pair at play

Coyote is alive, and magick is afoot
And he sure isn’t tame, and he will not stay put
I didn’t believe he could just show up one day
(And) I don’t know if I hope he’ll go—or hope he’ll stay!


Copyright © 2001 (2/12/01) by Deirdre M. Murphy, all rights reserved

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released January 27, 2024
Guitar and vocals by Deirdre M Murphy

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Deirdre Murphy is Wyld Dandelyon. She is a filker, a multi-instrumentalist, poet, and occasionally a speculative fiction writer. Come travel the many worlds of the imagination with her.

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