Blood Of A Young Wolf
Buck 65 Lyrics


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Ten-thousand horses. Sable island. Endless summer
Oh my god, I'm hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number
I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count
Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition - good amount
There's work to do, hell to pay, memories & finger prints
Calling Papa ignorance
And I don't wanna go (sick & tired)
Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech
Egg & spoon race, slow & steady. Desert highway.
Still I'm stuck, I can't afford it. Picture postcards, small memento
Echo-shadow, echo-shadow-sterling silver, burning furnace
Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend named deadly earnest
Cross my heart & hope to die, stick a needle in my arm
Praise the heavens, call the cops. Relax. There's no cause for alarm
Diamond rings & little babies, 'startlements' & miracles
I remember pretty faces so severe & lyrical
I'm talkin' Amelia Earhart, Neko Case or Frida Kahlo
All alone the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow
Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don't even have a chance
Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses avalanche
Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault
All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault
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I don't want to go to pieces, easy going, I'm afraid to fly & so I'm running
Catchin' fish & chopping wood, the revolution slow time coming
I don't know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children
Read your fortune, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims
No more same old song & dance, some good ideas get over played
I eat my breakfast, ride my bike a knife between my shoulder blades
See, I'm a man of many problems, up against some scary odds
We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods
It doesn't happen over night though - never. Still I'm filled with wonder
Lonely like the tight rope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner
Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech
Good night for you. Bad night for me
But I still love you lying down : K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on
Cigarettes & crucifixes. Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon.
Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl
Get me out of here I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world
Anti-intellect & marketing. Pretty-pretty. Who needs talent?
Crying eyes we're so out-numbered, fight for the right to remain silent
But what do I know? Who am I? My two left feet my big dumb face
I'd do the same if I had the chance. Cheat the system, rig the race
It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat
Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote
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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Blood of a Young Wolf" by Buck 65 are a stream of consciousness reflection on life, culture, and society. The song begins with an imagery of ten thousand horses on Sable Island and an endless summer, which sets a dreamy and surreal tone. The singer is discontented and lonely, feeling like an outsider in his culture and society, represented by his lack of culture and dirty words. His references to flight attendants, waitresses, and superstition suggest a life of transience and being subject to the whims of fate.


The chorus of the song, "Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech" is a paradoxical refrain that adds to the surreal quality of the song. The singer is reflective and nostalgic about his past, his "pretty faces so severe & lyrical" like Amelia Earhart, Neko Case, or Frida Kahlo. Still, the seeds of wisdom have found no purchase, and he is facing difficult times, "broken fingers, going nowhere fast & screeching to a halt."


In the end, the song is an observation of modern life, filled with boredom, anti-intellect and marketing, and a desire to cheat the system. It is also a call to remain faithful to one's self and to fight for the right to remain silent. The chorus, repeated three times at the end, emphasizes the paradoxical and chaotic nature of modern life.


Line by Line Meaning

Ten-thousand horses. Sable island. Endless summer
I'm in the midst of natural beauty and warmth, surrounded by wild horses on Sable Island.


Oh my god, I'm hot to steal, beside myself in friendless number
I feel a strong urge to commit a crime, alone and isolated from others.


I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count
I lack any form of sophistication or elegance and use vulgar words, but that's irrelevant.


Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition - good amount
I come across a large number of people who work as flight attendants or waitresses, and believe in superstitions.


There's work to do, hell to pay, memories & finger prints
I have work to complete, consequences to face, and memories and traces of myself that remain.


Calling Papa ignorance
I am blaming my father's ignorance for my own struggles and issues.


And I don't wanna go (sick & tired)
I am exhausted and do not want to continue on my current path.


Zoom-kick-persuasion-tech
I am using rapid and forceful persuasion techniques.


Egg & spoon race, slow & steady. Desert highway.
I feel like I'm stuck in a slow and difficult race in the middle of a deserted place.


Still I'm stuck, I can't afford it. Picture postcards, small memento
I remain stuck and unable to advance, and can only afford to collect small tokens and mementos for memories.


Echo-shadow, echo-shadow-sterling silver, burning furnace
I feel like my echo repeats constantly and my life is being tested and punishing me severely.


Frozen, nowhere, just a kid I had a friend named deadly earnest
I feel numb and alone with no place to go, and I once had a friend named Deadly Earnest.


Cross my heart & hope to die, stick a needle in my arm
I am making a promise to do something, and using a graphic and painful image to emphasize my sincerity.


Praise the heavens, call the cops. Relax. There's no cause for alarm
I am making extreme and conflicting statements and telling everyone to relax because there is no reason to panic.


Diamond rings & little babies, 'startlements' & miracles
I feel a desire for both material wealth and the purity of life and supernatural events.


I remember pretty faces so severe & lyrical
I recall beautiful faces that are both stern and poetic.


I'm talkin' Amelia Earhart, Neko Case or Frida Kahlo
I am referring to significant and inspirational female figures in history and the arts.


All alone the way it should be, I don't even need a shadow
I embrace being alone and self-sufficient to the point where I don't even require a companion or reflection.


Seeds of wisdom found no purchase, we don't even have a chance
People struggle to be wise and make any progress in life, as we are doomed to fail.


Birthday party Armageddon, long stem roses avalanche
Events meant to be happy and celebratory turn into total chaos and overwhelming disaster.


Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault
My fingers are crippled and I am unproductive and at a standstill in life.


All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault
My labor and effort have led to nothing, and I feel like a scapegoat for causing my own problems.


Good night for you. Bad night for me
Things are positive for others, but not for me at the moment.


But I still love you lying down : K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
I still love someone, even when laying down together in a intimate way.


Not bad, not bad, not bad at all, I tried your shoes on
I have tried to step into your shoes and see things from your perspective, and it's not as bad as I thought it would be.


Cigarettes & crucifixes. Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon.
I am mentioning smoking and religious symbols alongside two famous cultural figures.


Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl
I am bored with both modern music and the typical modern woman.


Get me out of here I'm drowning, I don't like this modern world
I feel overwhelmed and suffocated in modern society and want to escape.


Anti-intellect & marketing. Pretty-pretty. Who needs talent?
I see a problem with society valuing superficial qualities over intelligence or skill.


Crying eyes we're so out-numbered, fight for the right to remain silent
Many people are upset and outnumbered, and some are fighting for the right to remain unheard.


But what do I know? Who am I? My two left feet my big dumb face
I am trying to ask what credibility or value I have, as I feel completely inadequate and foolish.


I'd do the same if I had the chance. Cheat the system, rig the race
If given the opportunity, I would cheat and manipulate the system to my advantage.


It's all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat
Everything seems to be a massive misunderstanding, and I am changing my thoughts and perspectives constantly.


Don't look back, don't move a muscle, one false move, that's all she wrote
I am warning others to not make any mistakes, as it could mean the end or failure.




Lyrics © Red Brick Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: CHARLES WISHART AUSTIN, GRAEME ROSS CAMPBELL, RICHARD TERFRY

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Comments from YouTube:

Tim Haun Fishing

A decade later this song still moves me like no other. We love and miss you Buck. Hope you come back to making music again. It affected more people than you realize.

N.

AMEN

Katie Mosher

I haven't listened to this song in a very long time. It still brings tears to my eyes for so many reasons. Brilliant. xx

Dmitri Shebalev

2019 and im still here. 13 years after i first heard this song, so much has changed in my life, but it still gives me clear instructions on how to live my life and imbues me with internal strength.

PunkyHipHopDude

The older I get, the more I seem to appreciate this. Probably one of the most slept on artists in hip hop Buck 65. Way ahead of his time.

droan999

How ya doing man? Just saw your comment! Any recommendations

Rob Salazar

Oh for sure!

Tim Haun Fishing

Same man. Same.

Frank Kovacs

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my arm"... Fucking brilliant! I feel privileged to have witness such poet. We're hearing something special here, folks.

jose mora

This song helps me understand what I feel deep Deep within me where my heart sadly hides alone hoping to one day be nurtured

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