Both of these threads tell me that Coyote is enjoying the hell out of all this. It's just chaos rearing it's ugly/beautiful head yet again. Friends and allies squaring off. By now we ought to know better---or at least make room for our one-time partners when there is no room at the inn.

I would like to present my candidate for the Best Song Ever Written award. It's called, simply,

COYOTE

The author is the late AL GRIERSON And I humbly dedicate this to a fine person ---PHYLLIS BARNEY who has done and continues to do a grand job at the Folk Alliance what with all of those diverse egos and musical agendas. (one guys opinion) Phyllis, take heart !!!! We love and appreciate you even as the TRICKSTER COYOTE does his thing. This too shall pass. Keep in mind: If ya don't have a sense of humor, it isn't funny !!!

COYOTE

I've been reading all about it in the annals of some ancient lore,
How you were smuggled through the garden by the angel at the basement door,
And while the serpent in the branches held the mother of the world beguiled,
You were pissin' on the Tree of Knowledge while the Good Lord smiled.

Old coyote
Little brother of necessity and the seeker of the sacred clown,
Old Coyote, You're the fire in the water and the diamonds in the cold cold ground.

On the mountain top with Moses and with Daniel in the lions den,
In the bedroom with Delilah -- in the hollow in the hearts of men,
On the hill on Friday Evening when the soldiers rolled them bones,
In the garden Sunday mornin' when they rolled away the stone.

Old Coyote,
On the edges of eternity dancin' through the crack of dawn,
Old Coyote,
With a pearly white Madonna and the devil with the blue dress on.

In the bed between the Travellin' Salesman and the Farmer's Daughter,
At the elbow of the preacher when the wine turned back to water,
In the cabin of a smokin' locomotive on a high speed train,
Between the Tower of Babel and the cities of the plain.

Old Coyote,
You're a 30-carat Buddha in a barrel full of old tin cans,
Old Coyote,
Just a loose screw messin' with the engine of our best laid plans.

Now there's an ancient city hidden deep beneath the waves,
It was founded on the principles of justice -- and the sweat of slaves,
And I heard a lot about it in a New Age gospel hymn,
But I ain't never gonna wade in any water where the fish won't swim.

Old Coyote,
In a verticle position while the world walks upside down,
Old Coyote,
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes 'round and 'round.

Now there's a big wind blowin' down the cities from the outlaw trail
You can even hear it whistle in the belly of the great white whale,
Hear it howlin' through the desert where Ezekial saw the wheel,
From the breath upon the water to the breaking of the seventh seal.

Is this the end of history or just a wagon full of roses standin' at the gates of Rome
The devil's army on the deep blue sea,
Or just the legions of the lonely only lookin' for the long way home.

'Cause there's an angel with a trumpet in the graveyard where the night wind groans,
Hear it echo from the brothel on the bayou where the black snake moans,
From the Playboy mansion to the penthouse to the pool,
From the palace of the kingdom to the alley where the mad dogs rule.

Waitin' for the holocaust--
waitin' for the fire that was promised at the end of time,
Waitin' for the Pentacost
Hidin' like a phoenix in the ashes and the ice cold lime.

Old Coyote,
At the center of the chaos waitin' since the Lord knows when,
Old Coyote,
Gonna wait a little longer 'till it all comes 'round again.

Little brother of necessity -- the seeker and the sacred clown,
You're the fire in the water and the diamonds in the cold cold ground,
A 30-carat Buddha in a barrel full o' old tin cans,
Just a loose screw messin' with the engine of our best laid plans,

Old Coyote,
In a vertical position while the world walks upside down,
Old Coyote,
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes 'round and 'round.
Old Coyote,
At the center of the circle while the wheel goes 'round and 'round.

(Art Thieme)