The coyote (US /kaɪˈoʊtiː/ or /ˈkaɪ.oʊt/, UK /kɔɪˈjoʊteɪ/ or /kɔɪˈjoʊt/;Canis latrans), also known as the American jackal or the prairie wolf, is a species of canine found throughout North and Central America, ranging from Panama in the south, north through Mexico, the United States and Canada. It occurs as far north as Alaska and all but the northernmost portions of Canada.
There are currently 19 recognized subspecies, with 16 in Canada, Mexico and the United States, and 3 in Central America. Unlike its cousin the gray wolf, which is Eurasian in origin, evolutionary theory suggests the coyote evolved in North America during the Pleistocene epoch 1.81 million years ago alongside the Dire Wolf. Although not distantly related, the coyote evolved separately to fill roughly the same ecological niche in the Americas that's filled in Eurasia and Africa by the similarly-sized jackals. Unlike the wolf, the coyote's range has expanded in the wake of human civilization, and coyotes readily reproduce in metropolitan areas.
Modest Mouse is an American indie rock band based in Portland, Oregon. They were formed in 1993 in Issaquah, Washington, by singer/lyricist/guitarist Isaac Brock, drummer Jeremiah Green, and bassist Eric Judy. Since their 1996 debut album, This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About, their lineup has centered around Brock, Green and Judy. Guitarist Johnny Marr (formerly of The Smiths) joined the band in May 2006, along with percussionist Joe Plummer (formerly of the Black Heart Procession) and multi-instrumentalist Tom Peloso, to work on the album We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank. Guitarist Jim Fairchild joined the band in February 2009. Their name is derived from a passage from the Virginia Woolf story "The Mark on the Wall" which reads, "I wish I could hit upon a pleasant track of thought, a track indirectly reflecting credit upon myself, for those are the pleasantest thoughts, and very frequent even in the minds of modest, mouse-coloured people, who believe genuinely that they dislike to hear their own praises."
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Juan, Sara and Samuel, three teenagers from the slums of Guatemala, travel to the US in search of a better life. On their journey through Mexico, they meet Ch auk, an Indian from Chaps who doesn't speak Spanish. Traveling together in cargo trains, walking on the railroad tracks, they soon have to face a harsh reality.
Keywords: bare-breasts, border-crossing, central-america, gang, gang-violence, girl-dressed-as-boy, guatemala, illegal-immigration, immigrant, language-barrier
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The story revolves around two intermediaries in a criminal organization who must choose how far they will cross in order to enjoy the good life. This theme is juxtaposed with the plight of the illegal Mexican immigrants that they shuttle around.
Keywords: boxing, brother-brother-relationship, extreme, immigration
What is a made man really made of?
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Holly is excited to spend another vacation with her friends Amy Morris and Carrie Baker in Clover. The "Hey Girls" are back together and when they have a sleepover, Carrie reveals a major secret to Holly. Holly learns the importance of keeping secrets when she lets it slip. As the Hey Girls struggle to complete a good deed, however, they keep a secret that could put them all in danger.
No sacrifice is great enough for a mother
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Two men's lives cross paths in an attempt to do what is best for their families. One is forced to flee his country as a result of a brutal civil war. The other is torn between helping one family or doing what is needed for his own. Both men face the same tough question: What is the cost of the American dream?
With blood on the line: What is the cost of the American Dream?
It's a gang's first attempt at immigrant smuggling.
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?
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
Hey Zita baby let me be your man
Got my lion's head shakin',
got my feet in your sand.
Its getting Hot
on the scene
They're pretty good,
but you're a queen.
A little less than midnight
WE'll move it alright
Oh Zita baby you really are
Out of site
(Aaaiiiiiiiii)
You're a fire gypsy woman just-a-spinnin' around
You're a juke box hurricane that won't slow down.
So its getting hot
on the scene
They're pretty good,
but you're a queen.
A little less than midnight
WE'll move it alright
Oh now Zita baby you got me feeling all light.
You're laughing,
And singing
We're dancing into the night
Oh don't ya stop
Rockin' me up
With your sobering wine????
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
its getting hot
on the scene
They're pretty good,
but you're a queen.
A little less than midnight
We'll move it alright
Oh now Zita baby you got me feeling all light.
Laughing,
Singing,
You're dancing into the night
Oh don't ya stop
Rockin' me up
With your sobering wine????
Oh cuz I ain't gona stop until I get you Zita
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
Dancin' like only god knows you can
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
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.
Partout où tu vas tu es toujours seul,
Comme si la marque des damnés y collait à ta gueule
Tel un tatouage le symbole de dissidence
De ta classe criminelle, de tes cris de vengeance
Héritier mal-aimé de mariages illégaux,
Le fils d'une putain de Nouveau-Mexico
De mensonges et de haine ta vie est un désert
Les mémoires que tu gardes te laissent un goût amer...
Le goût de ton sang te coulant au visage
Les pierres que t'on jetées tous les gens des villages
N'ayant vu en toi qu'une plaie, qu'une vermine
Toi qui avait volé, poussé par la famine
Tenu responsable de tous leurs maux,
Tu es le pestiféré entre tous
Et comme les hommes du Nord en veulent à ta peau,
Tu fuis en solitaire où le vent te pousse...
D'un coeur pur et juste ils ont fait une pierre
Tu es devenu le monstre qu'ils voyaient
La douleur d'la gangrène te ronge les chairs,
Tes rêves sont cauchemars à tout jamais
Tapi dans l'ombre d'un dernier refuge
Caché dans les décombres où la folie te gruge
Toi dont le futur reste une aventure,
C'est peut-être un espoir vain que te réserves demain...
Coyote quel est ton vrai nom, enfant d'une noire incantation
Celle d'un monde de corruption, de lâcheté, de diffamation...
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 -
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 bone
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
Partout où tu vas tu es toujours seul,
Comme si la marque des damnés y collait à ta gueule
Tel un tatouage le symbole de dissidence
De ta classe criminelle, de tes cris de vengeance
Héritier mal-aimé de mariages illégaux,
Le fils d'une putain de Nouveau-Mexico
De mensonges et de haine ta vie est un désert
Les mémoires que tu gardes te laissent un goût amer...
Le goût de ton sang te coulant au visage
Les pierres que t'on jetées tous les gens des villages
N'ayant vu en toi qu'une plaie, qu'une vermine
Toi qui avait volé, poussé par la famine
Tenu responsable de tous leurs maux,
Tu es le pestiféré entre tous
Et comme les hommes du Nord en veulent à ta peau,
Tu fuis en solitaire où le vent te pousse...
D'un coeur pur et juste ils ont fait une pierre
Tu es devenu le monstre qu'ils voyaient
La douleur d'la gangrène te ronge les chairs,
Tes rêves sont cauchemars à tout jamais
Tapi dans l'ombre d'un dernier refuge
Caché dans les décombres où la folie te gruge
Toi don't le futur reste une aventure,
C'est peut-être un espoir vain que te réserves demain...
Coyote quel est ton vrai nom, enfant d'une noire incantation
Celle d'un monde de corruption, de lâcheté, de diffamation...
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