Koyoten von Weltraum

If I'm not mistaken, it means "Coyote of Outer-space" in German, which happens to be the name of the piece I'll be presenting to you today.

This song was written in 2009 by rock wizard Remy Chan and myself, and we recorded this take just last summer (2010). The recording is dropped 1.5 half steps to give my voice a grittier sound. It could stand to be cleaned up a fair amount but it's quite close to what I'd like the end result to sound like.




Here are the lyrics:

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Gather 'round folks, let me tell you a story
'bout a time in the future where I once have been.
Was a little caballera near Alpha Centauri,
runnin' from the law 'cause she killed 20 men.
At her call was a man made of alloyed steel,
killed for creds cause it was his trade.
Sent to kill the girl, but he fell in love,
so he packed his guns and he changed his ways.
She was there for him, he was by her side.
Hits on their heads, they were forced to hide;
just a gal and her tin man. . . tryin' to stay alive.

Droid and cowgirl chased like game
by the hunter they'd been assigned:
half-man, half-fox, red hair like flames,
and he went by the name of Valentine.
His gun, "cupid," shot plasma beams.
Never went for the head always shot for the heart.
Didn't quite matter where he laid his aim
'cause that damned thing could blow trains apart.
On Hades-6 he finally caught their smell,
and on the barren rock where many men had fell,
he chased them across. . . the plains of hell.

They ran as they could but he quickly gained
when they sheltered each other from the acid rains
that fell all night. . . at Back-Bone Ridge,
And the gorge at the ridge was a mile wide
and they tried to flee to the other side
across the old train line. . . the only bridge,
But the fox was there he had chased enough.
The bot stepped in front to protect his love;
he clenched his iron chin. . . and said "Let the duel begin!"
The girl protested with dread on her face
and Valentine shot on his second pace
so the cyborg would not win. . . but she took the blast for him.

His eyes grew red
with molten tears,
let forth a cry
hollow and fierce.
Drips of blood
on the metal man
flecked the ground
as he madly ran.
He clashed with the fox in a death embrace
of titanic proportions, blasting lasers
split the sky like a violet edge
as they both soared off of the canyon's ledge.

Red dust shifted on a stale wind
and settled on the hot and lifeless land,
but a silver claw rose and from over the lip
came the tall android, a severed head in his hand.
Valentine vanquished and lover avenged,
he wrenched and tore at his body's case,
found the last living part that made him a man
and with his dying act hurled it into space.
You can still see it there shining midst the stars.
Take heed these words I do impart:
Never second guess the love. . . from a steel heart.

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In addition, here's a rendering of my take on the climactic scene of the piece:

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