The Silver that Wouldn't Sleep (Real Del Monte) - Remastered

The Silver that Wouldn't Sleep (Real Del Monte)
by
Tingster & The Coyotitos

(I. THE BREATHING RIDGE)
The ridge exhaled through the furnace dawn
A growl under broken stone
Otomí hands felt the living core
A pulse no god dethrones
Silver curled like armored serpents
Hiding from the sky
The earth keeps tabs on trespassers
And chooses when to rise

(PRE-CHORUS)
Footsteps tremble
Dust recoils
Something ancient coils

(CHORUS)
(The mountain breathes and it won’t back down
It’s the crown beneath the ground
Take its silver, take its light
It wakes and drags you down
Hear the hum inside the dark
A voice that never sleeps
You cut too deep, you steal its blood
It decides what it keeps)

(II. THE EMPIRE THAT CUT TOO DEEP)
Spaniards carved through the armored night
Swinging steel like law
Mateo felt the heartbeat quake
A warning no one saw
They mocked the man with the miner’s sense
Until the tunnels caved
The mountain marked the arrogance
And what it wouldn’t save

(PRE-CHORUS)
Steel on stone
Stone bites back
History stays intact

(CHORUS)
(The mountain breathes and it won’t back down
It keeps the score in underground
Take its glitter, take its grace
It erases what it crowns
Hear the pulse inside the shaft
The sound of something old
You press your luck, you pay in dust
The debt the mountain holds)

(III. THE CORNISH AND THE DRAGONS)
Engines climbed like wounded beasts
Steam screaming through their ribs
Foreign boots struck the cold wet rock
Shaking ancestral grids
Pastes warmed hands in the fog-bit streets
Football lit the square
But shadows thickened on the ridge
Like something watching there

(BRIDGE)
Mateo heard the thunder beat
The deep begin to shift
La Boca del Viento gasped awake
A continental rift
A single breath from the molten dark
Swallowed steel whole
The foreigners froze at the shattered mouth
Feeling the mountain’s soul

(COYOTITOS)

Sol Coyotl walked that ridge at dusk
Ears tuned to the hidden flame
He said the mountain wasn’t sleeping
It was guarding its own name
He traced the fault lines with his claws
Marked every trembling seam
Said silver wasn’t currency
It was the fossil of a dream

(FINAL CHORUS)
(The mountain breathes and it won’t lie still
It bends the world to will
It knows the hands that stole its fire
And those it means to kill
Real del Monte walks the edge
Where gods and miners meet
And every echo in the dark
Is what the mountain won’t let sleep)

(OUTRO)
Sol Coyotl fades into the fog
Tail cutting through the steam
The ridge inhales
The earth remembers
The silver keeps its dream