Coyote
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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 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 nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
Till we turned into some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And 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 of the freeway

I looked a Coyote right in the face
On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
He went running 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
And 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 aways
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
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
And 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 on the free, free way

Overall Meaning

The song "Coyote" by The Band starts with the lyrics "No regrets Coyote, we just come from such different sets of circumstance." The song is about two people who come from different worlds and are stuck together by chance. One is a musician who spends his nights in the studio, and the other is a rancher who wakes early to tend to her animals. Despite their different lifestyles, they are connected by their loneliness and feel related like stations in a relay.


The chorus sings about the coyote's internal struggle, representing both the musician and the rancher, and the prisoner of the white lines on the freeway, representing anyone who feels trapped by their circumstances. Later in the song, the musician reflects on a time when he saw a coyote while on the road to his hometown. He recalls how the coyote was chasing some prize and had the same eyes as the rancher, who had been chasing him all night. The song ends with the musician and the rancher both struggling with their separate lives, knowing they can't change who they are.


Overall, "Coyote" is a melancholic song about the difficulties of human connection and the struggles of finding a place in the world.


Line by Line Meaning

No regrets Coyote
I have no remorse Coyote, for all that has passed between us.


We just come from such different sets of circumstance
We come from very different backgrounds and experiences, making it hard to relate sometimes.


I'm up all night in the studios
I spend my nights in recording studios, working on music and my craft.


And you're up early on your ranch
In contrast, you wake up early to work on your ranch and take care of your animals.


You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail
You'll be grooming a female horse's tail before the sun comes up.


While the sun is ascending
As the sun is rising and starting a new day.


And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel
And I'll only be arriving home at this time with my audio equipment (a reel-to-reel machine).


There's no comprehending
It's difficult to understand or fully grasp...


Just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes
...how intimate or close one can get to another person.


And the lips you can get
...physically and emotionally, especially with kissing and vulnerability.


And still feel so alone
Despite this closeness, a person can still feel very lonely or isolated.


And still feel related
But paradoxically, they can still feel a strong connection to the other person in a familial way.


Like stations in some relay
As if they are part of some relay race, handing off a baton between each other at certain points.


You're not a hit and run driver, no, no
You're not someone who runs away or abandons others quickly or without care.


Racing away
Instead, you're always on the move, constantly moving forwards towards new experiences.


You just picked up a hitcher
You've just given me a ride as a hitchhiker in your car.


A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway
I feel trapped by the constant white lines on the road, symbolizing the mundane and repetitive nature of everyday life.


We saw a farmhouse burning down
We witnessed a farmhouse engulfed in flames and burning down to the ground.


In the middle of nowhere
This happened in a remote and desolate location, far from civilization.


In the middle of the night
It occurred during the nighttime, when darkness shrouds the area and makes everything more ominous.


And we rolled right past that tragedy
Despite seeing something so terrible, we continued driving without stopping or intervening.


Till we turned into some road house lights
Until we arrived at a location with lights and activity, like a roadside bar or restaurant.


Where a local band was playing
At this venue, there was a band made up of local musicians performing.


Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
The local people were dancing energetically on the dancefloor.


And the next thing I know
Suddenly and unexpectedly,


That Coyote's at my door
You, Coyote, show up at my door.


He pins me in a corner and he won't take "No!"
You physically constrain me in a corner of the room and refuse to take "no" for an answer.


He drags me out on the dance floor
You pull me out onto the dance floor against my will.


And we're dancing close and slow
We dance intimately, swaying back and forth together.


Now he's got a woman at home
You already have a partner at home.


He's got another woman down the hall
You also have another woman nearby, maybe living in the same building.


He seems to want me anyway
Despite this, you still want me and pursue me.


Why'd you have to get so drunk
I question why you got so drunk and lost control in the first place.


And lead me on that way
Leading me on romantically in such a state.


I looked a Coyote right in the face
I encountered a real coyote in person, and I saw it face-to-face.


On the road to Baljennie near my old home town
This occurred on the road to Baljennie, near my hometown from my early years.


He went running through the whisker wheat
The coyote ran through a field of tall, slender grass.


Chasing some prize down
The coyote was chasing after some sort of prey, likely an animal that it wanted to eat.


And a hawk was playing with him
A bird of prey, a hawk, was also interacting with the coyote in some way.


Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes
The coyote was leaping high into the air and making advances towards the hawk.


He had those same eyes - just like yours
The coyote's eyes were just like yours, Coyote, in some way.


Under your dark glasses
Reference to Coyote wearing dark sunglasses above those same eyes.


Privately probing the public rooms
Secretly investigating or exploring the public spaces where people interact and gather.


And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
Even spying on the private spaces behind locked doors, like in hotels or apartments with numbered rooms.


Where the players lick their wounds
Where people who are beaten or defeated gather to heal and recover, often alluding to the performing arts or other competitive fields.


And take their temporary lovers
And where people also form short-term, fleeting romantic or sexual relationships to cope or escape from their pain.


And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play
And people also use drugs or other self-medication to survive the emotional and physical demands of their romantic lives.


No regrets, Coyote
Once again, stating that there is no remorse or regret from the artist towards Coyote.


I just get off up aways
I simply get off the path, taking a different direction or moving away from the situation.


Coyote's in the coffee shop
You, Coyote, are in the coffee shop now.


He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs
Looking down at his scrambled eggs intently, lost in thought or worry.


He picks up my scent on his fingers
Somehow, Coyote can sense or smell the artist's presence or essence on his fingers or skin.


While he's watching the waitresses' legs
Although he's trying to relax, he's still fixated on the legs of the female servers, likely in a predatory or objectifying way.


He's too fat from the Bay of Fundy
Coyote is too plump or bloated from indulging in the nearby Bay of Fundy and its food options.


From Appaloosas and Eagles and tides
From the horses of the Appaloosa breed, native eagles, and the ever-changing tides of the ocean.


And the air conditioned cubicles
The modern, climate-controlled office spaces and cubicles that Coyote might have worked in or is familiar with.


And the carbon ribbon rides
The use of carbon copies and typewriters, as well as taking carbon express trains or buses, as transportation options that Coyote knows intimately.


Are spelling it out so clear
All of these elements are loudly and clearly defining how different Coyote's life is from the artist's.


Either he's going to have to stand and fight
One interpretation is that Coyote has to take a stand for himself and his life, fighting off the forces that might be holding him back or limiting him.


Or take off out of here
Another interpretation is that Coyote has to flee from his current existence and start anew somewhere far away.


I tried to run away myself
The singer, too, has attempted to escape or avoid the situation.


To run away and wrestle with my ego
To run away from you, Coyote, and wrestle with my sense of self and self-worth.


And with this flame
With this desire or passion that you've ignited in me,


You put here in this Eskimo
You've ignited this flame inside me, choosing to spark and tempt someone that you believe is naive or gullible, like an Eskimo.


In this hitcher
The artist sees themselves as a hitchhiker, someone who has been caught and trapped by Coyote's advances and desires.


In this prisoner
The singer also feels like a prisoner of the situation, unable to escape or leave on their own terms.


Of the fine white lines
Referencing the white lines on the freeway again, symbolizing the narrow, predetermined path that the hitchhiker and Coyote are both on, stuck in this journey together.


Of the white lines on the free, free way
Finalizing the song title and repeating the chorus once again.




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Written by: Joni Mitchell

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@abcmariajose

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 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 nowhere
In the middle of the night
And we rolled right past that tragedy
'Til we turned down to some road house lights
Where a local band was playing
Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor
And 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 running thru 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
And 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 aways
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
He picks up my scent on his fingers
While he's watching the waitresses' legs
He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
From appaloosas and eagles and tides
And 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
With this, this flame
You put here in this Eskimo
In this hitcher
In this prisoner
Of the fine white lines
Of the white lines on the free, freeway



All comments from YouTube:

@BlueRosebuds

This song gives me chills.

@neilryan4166

Well put.

@christymarshall1938

It holds something special for me. There's just something about it that gets to me. It scratches some sort of weird itch and answers the questions I ask before I can even come up with the questions. The song is addictive to me. I love it. Always will. Thank-you Joni Mitchell. Thank-you very much. You've touched me!!!

@ashleyjudecollie

Joni gives me chills!

@pc-xg4gr

@Ashley Collie completely. always.

@AndyBigDaddyWilkinson

It borderline pornography its so chilling....oh I was in love with Joni....in the early 70s.....and when I found out she was with Graham Nash I was heartbroken....fucken GN stealin my girl!!!!

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@danpro4519

Joni wrote a LOT of great songs. . . But this one always has struck me as the most quintessential Joni Mitchell masterpiece. A song she and only she could ever come close to writing, let alone pull off with such flair and virtuosity. It's just perfect.

@TheEleatic

Great song, but Jaco Pastorius lifted it (the entire album) into the stratosphere. Did you know it is about her fling with Sam Sheppard during The Rolling Thunder Review? Search for her singing it in Gordon Lightfoot’s house with Dylan and Roger McGuinn.

@chart2071

It’s about Sam Shepherd…that sexy Scorpio

@chart2071

Love Jaco…modifying his bass guitar. Love love love!

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