I hope you enjoy this hauntingly beautiful rendition of Bob McGill’s ballad from the 1950s. The images chosen for this version illustrate the words and meaning in a way I find parallel to events in our own turbulent times.
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Hauntingly lovely
And…lonely.
Gorgeous image at 2:03.
The cars are worth a muted view!
Thanks for posting the video, MG. I have several albums by Don Edwards including the one with Coyotes. Have always loved that song, but had not seen the video. It is definitely a keeper and I understand the feelings. As a minor correction, the ballad’s author is Bob McDill.
It makes me almost hopeful for awakening. How can we let them throw this all out?
For my wife and I, this video has lots of meaning. We live on two acres in the Texas Hill Country that backs up to a 500 acre ranch. We have coyotes howling regularly on the ranch and an occasional mountain lion cruising through briefly and numerous white-tails. These all drink at the water tub I keep filled in our yard. Another comment in the song mentions the red wolf. Recently, Texas Parks and Wildlife department has discovered that there are red wolf/coyote hybrids living on Galveston island. Perhaps the wildlife is showing us an awakening. I certainly hope so.
I had an especially lovely concert by the coyotes this morning!
I love this. Hits spot on with what is happening with my home of Colorado. Guess this hombre just needs to disappear over the ridge. Thanks for posting it. I need to look into Don Edwards. I’m already a huge fan of Ian Tyson, Tom Russell, and Corb Lund.
I stumbled onto it listening to Marty Robbins.
Then, the song’s association with Grizzly Man piqued my curiosity.
I have always been amused by the story of Timothy Treadwell’s self-written story. Now? I’m thinking he managed to write himself into a tidy little legend.
The song is more beautifully illustrated by the photos from the turn of the 20th century, I believe. It chronicles what disappeared with that generation’s turning. Is why I chose the version I chose.
Am glad you enjoyed it.
One of his albums is “Kin to the Wind” which is a tribute to Marty Robbins.
El Coyote? I post you a whole ballad you could easily proclaim your own and you didn’t even show up.
I may have dismissed you but there’s still that inactive reserve clause.
Beautiful.
Here on the High Desert, the songs of the coyotes is about all that’s truly left from my younger years. I catch my dad listening to them sometimes, a faraway look on his face.
Nice pick, Mag.
I’m wracking my brain trying to remember the title and author of a book I read many years ago. I remember practically everything else about it, every scenario.
A young Mexican boy was rescued by a rancher during the Villa years. The story unfolds about the family through the years until the Mexican, now an old man, dies during one last faithful gesture to the children of the rancher. Through all the dramas and family issues, it always comes back to that one central character. A very good read.
This song strongly reminds me of that story.
I’ll keep trying to find out.
The Villa years, Ha! Does the Mexican revolution ring a bell? 1910. Which inspired the Russian revolution btw. Are you in Hesperia?
You’re reaching, El Cinoco.
And no, I’m not using that in the ‘liar’ sense. 🙂
Nothing but love, Brother.
By the way – any idea of the book I’m talking about? Or are you typing to hear the keys chatter?
oooooooh, i heard the hiss of that burn on his ass all the way here
what you say to that chatter monkey?
you had your big list of questions for me?
Apparently they were too tough, I must come up with easier questions like what flavor condoms are appropriate for a first date?
– I think you should start an Ask Paula column for TBP to help out the clueless old timers. Should be a howl.
or a hoot! where’s the donkey dude today
Oh! M G
Tommy Roe
Oh M G come on and dance with me
Come on, come on, come on and dance with me
Oh M G won’t you be my girl
Won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my girl
I went to a blog just the other night
I saw a girl there she was out of sight
I asked a friend of mine who she could be
He said that her friends just call her M G
Oh M G come on and dance with me
Come on, come on, come on and dance with me
Oh M G won’t you be my girl
Won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my girl
I walked on over and asked her to dance
Thinkin’ maybe later we would make a romance
But every guy there was thinkin’ like me
I had to stand in line to get a dance with M G
Oh M G come on and dance with me
Come on, come on, come on and dance with me
Oh M G won’t you be my girl
Won’t you, won’t you, won’t you be my girl
I finally got to whisper sweet words in her ear
Suggest her that we outta get away from there
We took a little walk I held he close to me
And underneath the stars I said to M G
Oh M G I love you can’t you see
Love you, love you, love you can’t you see
Oh M G won’t you be my girl
Thanks for the charming little reparte!
https://www.spanishdict.com/translate/reparte
Now, please bring your philosophical nature to the dance because what this video does with the images juxtaposed against the lyrics and tone is a familiar and wonderful storytelling method. Not all pictures paint words, but the right pictures tell neverending stories.
I am trying to stay focused on what the task at hand reveals itself to be. But, all work and no play causes creative constipation. (Did you catch the “Everybody Poops” link to SAO?)
So, for a bit of comic relief, I found a link to the Monkey-ed Movies and have been driving my husband as batty as a Geico commercial on hump day.
This one is a riot, too!
repartee
not so fast, barrio boy! i think she means 2.a. and is waiting for the pizza delivery now chico!
reparte ≈ he/she distributes
The word reparte is the present form of repartir in the third person singular. There are other translations for this conjugation.
repartir (rreh-pahr-teerr)
transitive verb
1. (to part)
a. to distribute
Mi abuelo repartió su riqueza entre sus hijos.
My grandfather distributed his wealth among his sons.
b. to divide
La torta estaba repartida en ocho porciones.
The cake was divided into eight pieces.
c. to give out
No voy a simplemente repartir mis caramelos de Halloween a cualquiera que me lo pida.I’m not going to simply give out my Halloween candy to anyone who asks.
2. (to hand out)
a. to deliver
Repartí todas las pizzas en un tiempo récord.
I delivered all the pizzas in record time.
b. to deal (cards)
Ahora me toca a mí repartir la próxima mano.
Now it’s my turn to deal the next hand.
3. (to strew)
a. to spread
Reparte la mantequilla por el pan.
Spread the butter over the bread.
Can I reparte the butter on your bread?
nice post,ms mg–
here’s another one about cowboys & coyotes–
When I was a kid, yippee-ah-aye used to mean something.
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The oft-forgotten stealth Christmas movie. Die Hard.
Dammit, El Cabong,
You would post that. I know the lyrics by heart, have a baritone voice and butcher the hell out of that song to the point that Johnny would cry in disgust. Now, I will be singing it all day and my wife will scream in agony. LOL!!
PS: I know it is really spelled El Kabong. LOL!
Would love to hear your version of it if you dare post an audio.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXTy5ZuRhkE
how do you do with big iron?
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When I was a kid (I kid you not) we had an RCA Victor record player and once in a while we got to crank it up (which really meant CRANK) play the old records. We had Marty Robbins’ original gunfighter ballads. I still own the record and the bedraggled album cover!
One upped by the Navy Topper. AF rules!
Nice song Magoo.
Pancho Villa was a 33rd degree mason that mostly wore three piece suits. (true) He was a cartoon character like El Trump.
Anywho, during the holidays , there were a couple nights that a pack of coyotes sang some of their best tunes about a couple hundred feet from my doomstead. It was extremely creepy sounding and I hope they have taken their act on the road.
We have seen an increase in not only coyotes around here but mountain lions too.
And, up in Iron County? They have seen black bear!
Woo Yip Woo Yip Hoo! Hoodle woo yip you hoo yip hoodle hoo!
All that’s left now of the old days are the damned old coyotes and me.