 Opinionated Survivor of Culture Changes and Culture Clashes. I've been alive a long time, and have learned a few things along the way. I'm still writing songs. Some of them are to be embraced. Some to be ignored, depending on your own perspective. Some songs for fun. Some angry ones. Personal songs. Some songs of Faith. Songs about the Human Condition. Mine. And maybe yours. Family Links (Click on Images below to go to family websites.)  Pat McIntosh "Freehand Cards" Hand drawn and Home made Note Cards  Amy Kliever Designer/Illustrator/Graphic Artist  Josh McIntosh Singer / Songwriter / Musician. Founder of the band "Blew Willie" Solo Artist  Dylan McIntosh Composer /Producer/ Drummer / DJ Former drummer for "Blew Willie" Drummer/Producer and founding member of the band "BLVD" DJ Dylan Cahill (McIntosh)  Dylan, Josh, live at Slims, San Francisco New Musings of The Old Coyote  Your Remarkable Silhouette I traced the skyline with my finger, accounting for every treetop and mountain.
in my mind alongside your remarkable silhouette. Rest-Less I’m restless from too much rest. I guess I just need to rest less. But I’m tired of being
restless With Myself Wind whipping waves on a Spring mountain lake. Birds gliding by without effort. I snuggle with myself against the cold. Around In Circles Around in circles she ran. Like a hamster on a wheel. Like a junkie getting high. Like a dog chasing his tail. Like a man seeking love in a strip club. Talking To Herself My dog stood barking at ducks on the water, her voice on a half-second
delay. As it echoed from a distant
granite canyon she forgot about the ducks and began an animated
conversation with herself. Behind Your Eyes I could see the bottom of the lake as if it were the soul behind your eyes. Click Here For More New
Musings All Contents of this Website Copyright Denes McIntosh 2006-2010 Adriel Publishing. All Rights Reserved. | Be sure to refresh your browser as needed New Blog Postings Posted Frequently New Musings 7/21/10 New CD Coming Soon 'Not Yet A L egend' Contact Denes McIntosh Old Coyote Recordings Adriel Publishing P.O. Box 721 Georgetown, CA. 95634 denes@theoldcoyote.com  Josh with his son Jack (my grandson)  | Old Coyote Recordings Five Albums 'Old Coyote', 'Acoustic Disposition', 'Diamonds In The Litter Box', 'Shadow Boxing / 1983', and 'The Early Years' Now Available for order, for listen, and for free download. The Album postings include Lyrics, Credits, and a Word or two about each Song. Click on Album to Listen, or Click Here For Full Catalogue Old Coyote  Acoustic Disposition  Diamonds In The Litter Box  'Shadow Boxing'  1983 The Early Years  Email Your Order To me. 1 CD - - $10 2 CD's - $19 3 CD's - $27 4 CD's - $34 5 CD's - $40 Please include $2.50 postage and handling. Send Cash, Check, or Money Order payable to: 'Adriel Publishing' P.O. Box 721, Georgetown, CA. 95634 I will send your CD's upon receipt of your email, and trust that your payment will follow. Be sure to include your name, address, and the Titles of the CD's that you want. New Songs  7/6/10
Last Night Denes McIntosh Last night, I dreamed there
was a fire raging wild Last night, I dreamed there
was a fire raging wild I don’t know from whence it
came I ain’t seen that kind of fire
in a while. Last night, I dreamed I was
surrounded by the fire Last night, I dreamed I was
surrounded by that fire I knew my time had come When I heard the sound of that
acappella choir. Last night, smoke was thick
across the blistering sand Last night, smoke was thick
across the blistering sand I know you tried to reach me But I could not quite hold on
to your quivering hand. Last night, I dreamed that you
were dancing on my grave Last night, I dreamed that you
were dancing on my grave You’d ‘save the last dance for
me’ I remember that’s what you
always used to say Last night, I felt the fire
burning deep inside Last night, I felt the fire
burning deep inside It took me by surprise Like a good burn brings a
forest back to life. Hand To The Plow Denes McIntosh A clanking across the vineyard
like pipe against rock Wind on the surface of an
irrigation pond Canadian geese engaged in
lively foreign talk Acorns poppin’ under foot
where I walk The sky rumblin’ by like
yesterdays news The last swig left on my best
bottle of booze The sound of a lie that just
never rang true. The final refrain of the Mule
Skinner Blues Chorus: I can hear every one of
these familiar sounds I don’t need to put my one
good ear to the ground I just put my hand to the
proverbial plow Put my hand to the plow and
keep pushin’. The sound of somebody breaking
a bond Choosin’ up sides for who’s
right and who’s wrong The echo of lyrics from a
faraway song Sound track of a lifetime
three-quarters gone. Chorus: Laughter as phony as a three
dollar bill A young woman swallowing a
bottle of pills A forlorn lover tumblin’ down
another hill Life will first mock, and then
kill you. Chorus: Bridge: Put my hand, put my hand,
put my hand to the plow. Put my hand, put my hand to
the plow. I won’t be here long, but
I’m here right now And I’ll hang on till the
day I go down. Chorus: Crazy Heart Denes McIntosh Too many drinks, too many
one-night stands Too many self-penned songs
about a broken man. Too many towns along too many
roads Too many dwindling crowds,
too many midnight shows. He was too long lonely, He
was too long gone He was too long sleepin’
where he didn’t belong He was too long chasin’ that
elusive dream He was too long repeatin’ the
same old thing. Chorus: He had a crazy heart, it
got the best of him He had a wounded heart, it
took the rest of him He had a crazy heart, it
had a hold on him He had a heavy heart from
the outside in. But if you’d like to know
what the man was all about He had a heart of gold
from the inside out. He was a broken man with a
broken heart He was a tired old soul
slowly fallin’ apart He was an absent father to an
orphan son He was ashamed he couldn’t
finish what he’d once begun. Chorus: He was down in the dumps, he
was down on his luck He was ridin’ on fumes in
that old pick-up truck He was down to the wire, down
to his last buck He was down so low it left
him lookin’ up. Bridge: And that’s right where he
needed to be Like ripe fruit ready to
fall from a tree That’s right in line with
the order of things Life can bring a wandering
man to his knees. Chorus: | ||||||||