Song Critique: P.J.M. Bond – Coyote (King of the Island) | Rock Review

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“Στο Coyote (King of the Island), οι P.J.M. Bond ντύνουν την ανεμελιά με τεχνική ακρίβεια. Κάτω από τη φωτεινή, σχεδόν παραπλανητικά χαρούμενη μελωδία, τα βιολιά κινούνται με δεξιοτεχνία, στήνοντας ένα σκηνικό γιορτής που ισορροπεί ανάμεσα στο λαϊκό πανηγύρι και την προσεγμένη ποπ φόρμα. Τα φωνητικά, γεμάτα κέφι και θετική ενέργεια, λειτουργούν περισσότερο ως καταλύτης διάθεσης παρά ως αφηγηματικός άξονας. Ο ρυθμός επιμένει, επαναλαμβανόμενος και υπνωτικός, παρασύροντάς μας σε έναν χορό ξέφρενο, αλλά όχι αφελή — μια στιγμή απόδρασης που ξέρει ακριβώς τι θέλει να προσφέρει.”

-Nagamag.com

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Lyrics of P.J.M. Bond – Coyote (King of the Island)

If it has four legs and runs, if it howls and yaps and grunts, then you’ve seen a coyote, or it might as well be me
Now I don’t care too much for fame, no one ever spells my name, right or wrong it ain’t for me, I’ve seen the world’s duality
Hitchhiking through Canada, Rocky Mountains near and far, North and West and South and East, ain’t nobody can catch this beast

Coyote, O.K., Coyote, you’re the king of the island
Coyote, O.K., king of the island, O.K.

Rest between the blades of grass, a feeling like this it just can’t last, did I hear a honey bee, buzzing through the hills and trees?
Please don’t let it come to close, or it will sting you in your nose, close the door and turn the lock, lock the door and turn the clock
Time ain’t got nothing on me, I only grow younger as I bleed, bleed to death and come to life, die to live and count to five
One, two, three, four, five

Coyote, O.K., Coyote, you’re the king of the island
Coyote, O.K., king of the island, O.K.

All was fun in Laramie, until that prophet stomped his feet, and called the bride into the breeze
Dirty boots and sky high pines, this country makes you feel alive
Armadillo, porcupine, living like this it just feels fine, ’cause all we got is time, time, time, and barely enough life to spend it on
I’d rather die with my boots still on, caked in mud from what I’ve done

If it has four legs and runs, if it howls and yaps and grunts, then you’ve seen a coyote, or it might as well be me
P.J.M. B.O.N.D., guess my acronimity, I’m a God in my own country

Coyote, O.K, coyote, I’m the king of the island
Coyote, O.K., the king of the island, O.K., yeah yeah, the king of the island, O.K.