Coyote Filmography

• Zoo (2007)

Coyote Filmography

• Gallery Erotica (2002)

Coyote Filmography

• Laredoans Speak: Voices on Immigration (2011)

• Coyote - Joni Mitchell
• Coyote - Mark Knopfler
• Coyote - Better Than Ezra
• Coyote - Velvet Underground
• Coyote - Mad Caddies
• Coyote - Jenny Owen Youngs
• Coyote - Lonely Forest

No regrets, Coyote.
We just come from such different sets of circumstance.
I'm up all night in the studios
And you're up early on your ranch.
You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
While the sun is ascending,
And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel...
There's no comprehending
Just how close to the bone, and the skin, and the eyes, and the lips you can get -
And still feel so alone.
And still feel related
Like stations in some relay.
You're not a, a hit and run driver, no, no,
Racing away.
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
We saw a farmhouse burning down
In the middle of the road,
Where in the middle of the night,
We rolled right past that tragedy
Till we pulled into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing.
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor.
The next thing I know
That Coyote's at my door.
He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!".
He drags me out on the dance floor
And we're dancing close and slow.
Now he's got a woman at home.
He's got another woman down the hall.
He seems to want me anyway:
"Why'd you have to get so drunk and
Lead me on that way?'".
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town.
He went runnin' through the whisker wheat
Chasing some prize down.
And a hawk was playing with him.
Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes.
He had those same eyes just like yours -
Under your dark glasses,
Privately probing the public rooms,
Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Where the players lick their wounds,
And take their temporary lovers
And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play.
No regrets, Coyote,
I just get off up away.
You just picked up a hitcher,
A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.
Coyote's in the coffee shop.
He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs.
And he picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching a waitresses' legs.
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides.
The air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
Are spelling it out so clear:
Either he's going to have to stand and fight,
Or take off out of here.
I tried to run away myself,
To run away and wrestle with my ego -
And with this flame you put here in this Eskimo -
In this hitcher -
In this prisoner -
Of the fine white lines -
Of the white lines -

Look at me coyote
Don't let a little road dust put you off
You can't judge a book
Well you know that stuff
There's a tear in my upholstery
And a hole in my shoe
But don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
You can't catch me coyote
Though there may be blood on the tracks
There may be some bridges burnin'
Behind our backs
But I got my laundry on the backseat
And an itinerary too
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do
Now I'm a speck on your horizon
Gettin' smaller fast
An ambush wouldn't be surprisin'
I hope it's better than your last
Once again the roadrunner
Leaves the coyote in the dirt
You've got another plan of action
But we all know it ain't never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true
And don't you just wish that you could
Make half of the speed I do
Speed I do, speed I do, speed I do

Heading out, your heart beating in your head.
Riding on the Texas wind.
Raise your feet as you cross the state line.
Waking up, the mesa, sun, and the sky.
All the way to Tucumcari, and Santa Fe seems
a stone's throw away.
Coyote.
Coming down, the Phoenix sun on your face.
Turns it red by the afternoon.
And to the right, the Grand Canyon is wide.
Sing along, the Needle skips in the wind.
Count the stars of Death Valley.
And in the dark, Barstow starts to fade.

Coyote goes to the top of the hill
Doin’ the things the coyote’s will
Staring at the sky, at the moon
You know he starts to howl
Coyote goes to the mountain top
Looks over down at the river, says "what a drop"
No tame dogs is gonna take my born
Coyote at the top of the hill
Doin’ the things the coyote’s will
You gotta cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Jackal goes to the top of the hill
Doin’ the things that jackal’s will
Staring at the moon
You know he starts to howl
Wild dog up on mountain top
Blood in his jaws, the bone, he drops
No tame dogs is ever
Ever gonna take my bone
Jackal up on the top of the hill
Doin’ the things that jackal’s will
Cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Coyote on top of the hill
Ooohhh, doin’ the things the coyote’s will
Staring at the sky, looks at the moon
He starts to howl
Coyote up on the mountain top
Blood in his jaws, the bone, he drops
Says no tame dogs is ever
Ever gonna take this bone
Coyote up on the mountain top
Says "what a drop"
You gotta cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
Cast the first stone
You gotta cast the first stone

Born on the wrong side of opportunity
Bled from my hands and my heart for the country
But I've lost all hope and I can't stay
Because in my dreams I swear she says my name
She's calling out her voice rings so proud
She's calling out entranced by the sound
I take one last walk down to the shore
Mi vista siena siempre mi amor
Because tomorrow don't know where I'll be

well you're traipsin' up and down my backyard
get too cold, i'd die
diggin' through my trashcans
with that white rope tied around your neck
you mistake me for some southern goddess
some delta girl done wrong
but i'm fixin' the knot through whatever i have to
to stay silent, get gone
one two three, i hate me
there's no one else who i know how to be
four five six, oh your body makes me sick
don't take it away from me just yet
there's no one i can think of
that i can stand less than you
don't you want to touch my hands before you go?
i think i'm confused
i can feel my food digestin'
and i'm beggin' it to cease
my stomach's crushed against my lungs and you're,
you're pushin' at my seams
and i seen the way you eye me up,
like a chunk of meat, like a chunk of meat gone bad
like you were wishing i was something still worth
having
you can go ahead, go ahead and have
one two three, i still hate me
there's no one else who i know how to be
four five six, oh your body makes me sick
don't take it away from me just yet
there's no one i can think of
that i can stand less than you
don't you want to touch my hands before you go?

Get up listen to the coyotes howl
Why do they sound so menacing?
Do they know what i did last night?
Doesn't my sin seem interesting? (x2)
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
Oh, oh, oh, oh (x4)
Get up listen to the Coyotes howl
Why do they sound so menacing?
Do they know what i did last night?
And does my sin seem interesting?
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand
I wish you'd come back home,
I want to hold your hand