Grab a rope and tie this boat to shore.

Every day that you’re away, I miss you alittle more.

To try to tie you down, I’d surely be a fool.

But I can lay inside this boat and feel the tides swell with the moon.

Cause I miss you more each time you go awa But the distance gets much easier, as the boat it rocks and sways.

It's like I'm laying here at night in your embrace.

Oh, I miss you more.

Each time you go away.

You go away.

Oh, my love, Don't let me drown.

With the anchor cast, this boat will float on the outer edge of town.

‘til your train comes in on land, and I'm in your arms again.

We’ll, I will stay out on this lake.

and wait for you to pull me in, to dry land.

And I see your face in shapes made in the stars.

And there’s something in their light, that brings more beauty to the dark.

And all this time I spend alone, well it gets hard.

And when the waves crash on the shore, sometimes I fall apart.

Oh my love, don’t let me drown With the anchor cast, this boat will float on the outer edge of town.

‘til you train comes in on land, and I’ll be in your arms again.

Well, I will start on this lake, and wait for you to pull me in.... I will stay out on this lake, and wait for you to pull me in..... I will stay out of this lake, and wait for you to pull me in, to dry land.

So the name Mother Coyote, was just kind of a divine drop in from, you know, the ethers.

just sat and percolated in my mind for a few years.

And then I forgot about it for a long time until my first son was born in 2017.

And then over the ensuing years, I had just, you know, it had been kind of frustrating to play shows and show up.

And, you know, my name is always spelled wrong.

No one can pronounce it.

It's kind of hard for people to get correct, which is fine, I understand that, but I was like, I think I need to switch it up and then just kind of realize that Mother Coyote was going to be my own moniker shift for my musical identity.

It turns out we were wrong.

We could live a thousand trips around the sun.

Never knowing when one ends and one’s begun.

It's just a vast continuum.

And you're always looking forward, never looking back.

You say life is in the future, Don't worry about the past.

Times are changing.

The whole world is rearranging.

Everything we know is evolving, we're just humans on the move.

There's too much to see to stay stuck in a groove.

The urgency to live before we die.

Keeps me grounded but still reaching for the sky.

But I’ve lived half my life blind.

But my other senses strenghtened in the meantime.

There's never a day better than today.

Our perception always changes on the way.... So, we’ll soon be laying in our graves.

No more air to breathe or words to say.

And in my final resting place, Will turn to soil.

So, plant me like a seed that will be raised by sun and rain.

Cause it's only when we die that we ever, ever really change.

So I definitely still experience a little trepidation before a show.

I've played more in the last year now than I had in the last five years.

So every time I do it, it's getting a little better.

And I'm hoping to get back to the point where, you know, in my late 20s, it just wasn't even a thing because it was so second nature by that point.

But now it still feels so unique to what I do and how I spend my time, that I still just get a little, you know, it's like the day of show anxiety.

And then again, I just step on the stage and then it's just like, okay, here we go.

And that's everything's good from that point.

So This is a temporary skin.

The bones I was born in, are just a ray of light.

All beholden to the unmoved fates of time.

And as I move on through this life, like the blade of a hot knife.

It cuts away again.

It cuts away again.

Just like a steady friend, would do.

And I won’t hope to catch a second wind.

When my cells have been torn down.

But then I will rebuild.

There’s no use in crying over what was spilled.

When all that’s made has been undone, and the setting of the sun.

It turns it day to night, and darkens up the sky, so we can see the light within.

So we can see the light...... So we can see the light...... within.

So come and take my hand, and I’ll find you in the end, and be a better man.

I'll be a better man.

I'll be a better man...... I'll be a better man...... I'll be a better man...... I'll be a better man.

I'll be a better man...... So the song, “When the War Comes”, is the title track of the EPA put out it was written in like five minutes.

It just came out super fast.

So it was you know, a few months into the pandemic, everything with George Floyd had happened.

You know, just like the tension in the Twin Cities was so palpable.

And so the refrain of this song then is, just let us now be free and let us sovereign and connected be And just to really reclaim our own power in creating the future that we want, and not having it forced upon us from external factors.

When the war comes do not cry for me.

I will dig my hands in the soil deep.

Let the blood and tears flow as I weep.

Let the war come as the slate is cleaned When the war comes let us mourn our loss As we walk through smoke, the burning cross.

Of a liewe loved, let us be absolved.

We know not of all the lies we're told.

Let us still be free.

Let our hearts sing.

Shall we be set free?

Let us sovereign and connected be.

As our cities burn may our dreams rebuild.

Where ancestral blood runs of the sheild.

From the ashes a New Earth we raise.

As a Phoenix rising from our graves.

Let us still be free.

Let our hearts sing.

Shall we be set free?

Let us sovereign and connected be.

Let us sovereign and connected be.

Let us sovereign and connected be.

Let us sovereign and connected be.

Let us sovereign and connected..... So a lot of my older guitar based music has a lot of Americana, folky influence, kind of veering into some pop influences.

And then I really started writing a lot more on piano, around 2020, a little bit earlier, I just, I ended up having an acoustic piano in my house in Saint Paul when we moved in there, and so I was just super inspired by having this new instrument that I had access to all the time.

It just inspired me in a way that an electric keyboard hadn't.

So I started writing a ton of new stuff on piano, and a lot of this newer stuff is a little more alternative pop.

I kind of call it esoteric old pop, because it's got a lot of themes of just like birth and death and a lot of like the collective and individual shifts that have been happening over the last half a decade or so.

That's a long road to healing.

Remove the blindfold from your eyes.

Bring the darkness out into the light.

It's a long way to feeling.

All the pain that's been suppressed for year.

Break a dam, release a flood of tears.

It’s a, long way home.

But it's closer than we've ever known.

We've ever known.

Oh, it's a long road from grieving.

What is now been lost.

Make way for love.

It is all your pain's been dreaming of.

Bring your you open heart, receiving What you once thought you weren’t worthy of, All the stars, the sun, the sky above.

It's a long way home.

But it's closer than we've ever known.

We've ever known.

Had a hard time believing, I could ever live the life I dreamed.

Escape the rote, routine machine.

But there's a progress I’m seeing, in every little synchronicity.

Reminds me who I'm meant to be.

Well, it's a long home.

But it's closer than we've ever known.

And there's no place left to go.

But home, into the Great Unknown.