The Huichol or Wixáritari (Huichol pronunciation: /wiˈraɾitaɾi/) are Native Mexicans, living in the Sierra Madre Occidental range in the Mexican states of Nayarit, Jalisco, Zacatecas, and Durango. They are best known to the larger world as the Huichol, however, they refer to themselves as Wixáritari ("the people") in their native Huichol language. The adjectival form of Wixáritari and name for their own language is Wixárika.
The Huichol claim that they originated in the state of San Luis Potosí but later migrated westward to the parts of Sierra of Nayarit, Sierra of Jalisco, Desert of Zacatecas, and Sierra of Durango in which the rugged Sierra of the Huichol is found. Once yearly, some Huichol journey back to San Luís, their ancestral homeland to perform "Mitote" Peyote (Hikuri, in Wixarika) ceremonies. "This ancient tribe is located deep in the mountains of central Mexico...have lived here for at least 15,000 years according to carbon dating of the ashes from their sacred fireplaces."
Another sentimental argument
And bitter love
But without a kiss again
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Punching windows made of stone
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Fallen on our pride
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Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
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And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
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Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall
Another sentimental argument
And bitter love
But without a kiss again
Dragged it through the mud
Where do we go from here?
And what did you do with the directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road