Buckethead is famous for wearing a KFC bucket on his head, emblazoned with an orange bumper sticker reading FUNERAL in capital black block letters, and an expressionless plain white mask, which, according to Buckethead, was inspired by his seeing Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers. At one point, he changed to a plain white bucket that no longer bore the KFC logo, but subsequently reverted to his trademark KFC bucket. He also incorporates nunchaku and robot dancing into his stage performances.
As an instrumentalist, Buckethead has received critical acclaim for his electric guitar playing, and is considered one of today's most innovative guitarists. He has been voted number 8 on a list in GuitarOne magazine of the "Top 10 Fastest Guitar Shredders of All Time" as well as being included in Guitar World's lists of the "25 all-time weirdest guitarists" and the "50 fastest guitarists of all time". He performs primarily as a solo artist, though he has collaborated extensively with a wide variety of high-profile artists such as Bill Laswell, Bootsy Collins, Bernie Worrell, Iggy Pop, Les Claypool, Serj Tankian, Bill Moseley, Mike Patton, Viggo Mortensen, That 1 Guy, Bassnectar, and was a member of Guns N' Roses from 2000 to 2004. Buckethead has also written and performed music for major motion pictures, including: Saw II, Ghosts of Mars, Beverly Hills Ninja, Mortal Kombat, Mortal Kombat: Annihilation, Last Action Hero, and contributed lead guitar to the track "Firebird" featured on the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie soundtrack.
The Hand
Buckethead Lyrics
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My Hand,
My Hand,
My hand,
myyyy handd!
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
I dont know,
My Hand
Fingers cut in half
My Hand
Bones split to pieces
Tendons severed!
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand, My Hand, My Hand
Hand!
(laughter)
You aren’t going to crawl away from me, are ya?
No you’re not.
Don’t you crawl away from me
Don’t you crawl no no no no
Look, nickel, nickel
I ain’t going to put you in the guillotine again
(Laughter)
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand
my hand
(Laughter)
Here they are, four fingers,
Look what you done to me!
My Hand
(moaning)
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don’t work
Here we go
I don’t have to play with that hand anymore
I can just, I’ll will just
I’ll keep it in my, I’ll keep it in my pants pocket
That’s all I carry around with me
It’s little so don’t matter
I can still pet the dog with it
Damn you guillotine
Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this?
I have it in the closet, and another thing,
I thought I would do it again
My Hand
It’s never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It’s never able to work again.
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don’t work
Here we go
It’s never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It’s never able to work again.
Don’t you crawl away from me again (Don’t you crawl away from me again)
Gonna scratch some hands
Sit here in my pocket,
Lets be good friends
Come on man
Come on just
(laughter)
No
I may not be hungry before I got some,
I can suture
I can do some stitches, I can sew you together
Give it away to men to shake hands
And call it buddy
My hand
It’s never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It’s never able to work again.
The lyrics of Buckethead's "The Hand" are undoubtedly disturbing and leave much to interpretation. The song starts with the repetition of "My Hand", but soon turns dark as Buckethead sings about putting his hand in a guillotine and torturing it. The line "Our days are in rows" could mean that life is monotonous and mundane, which may have led Buckethead to seek excitement through dangerous acts like placing his hand in a guillotine. The rest of the lyrics describe the gruesome aftermath of the act, with Buckethead's fingers cut in half, bones split to pieces, and tendons severed. Despite the horror he has inflicted upon himself, Buckethead seems to make light of the situation with laughter.
The lyrics then take on a surreal quality when Buckethead talks to his severed hand, telling it not to crawl away from him. He also seems to blame the hand for what has happened to it, saying "Look what you done to me!" and "Your hand is useless now". He even contemplates doing the same thing again, showing that he may be addicted to the thrill of danger. In the end, Buckethead decides to keep the hand in his pants pocket, treating it like a pet he can still pet the dog with.
Overall, the song appears to be about seeking thrills and the consequences of taking risks. It also touches on themes of self-harm and mental illness.
Line by Line Meaning
My Hand
The artist emphasizes his focus on his hand, indicating it has been traumatized.
My Hand, My Hand, My Hand
The artist repeats 'My Hand' several times, emphasizing its importance as the subject of the song.
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
The artist expresses regret for ruining his hand.
I dont know, Our days are in rows
The artist reflects that the future is predetermined and so he doesn't know why he did it.
Fingers cut in half
The artist describes the damage done to his hand.
Bones split to pieces
The artist vividly describes how the bones of his hand have been destroyed.
Tendons severed!
The artist emphasizes how his tendons have been completely cut apart.
(laughter)
The artist breaks into laughter, perhaps indicating that he has lost his mind due to the trauma of the incident.
Don’t you crawl away from me
The artist is talking to his hand as if it is a separate entity, showing that his relationship with it has completely changed.
Look, nickel, nickel
The artist addresses a monetary unit, potentially to act as a distraction from the grim topic of discussion.
Here they are, four fingers, Look what you done to me!
The artist continues to address his hand as if it is not part of him, lamenting the damage that has been done to it.
(moaning)
The artist expresses physical and emotional pain in response to the injury.
Ladies those are precious, Teachers don't work, Here we go
The artist implies that women are attracted to hands and that his hand injury has removed his appeal.
I don’t have to play with that hand anymore, I can just, I’ll will just, I’ll keep it in my, I’ll keep it in my pants pocket, That’s all I carry around with me, It’s little so don’t matter, I can still pet the dog with it
The artist resigns himself to the fact that his hand is useless and irrelevant, but still finds it comforting to keep it with him in some way.
Damn you guillotine, Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this?, I have it in the closet, and another thing, I thought I would do it again
The artist blames the guillotine for destroying his hand and seems to have a fixation with using it again.
Gonna scratch some hands, Sit here in my pocket, Lets be good friends, Come on man, Come on just
The artist seems to be talking to his pocket and hand as if they are other people, again separated from himself.
I may not be hungry before I got some, I can suture, I can do some stitches, I can sew you together, Give it away to men to shake hands, And call it buddy
The artist seems to be suggesting that he could use his injured hand to help others who have also been injured, or to create a new kind of handshake.
Your hand is useless now, It’s never able to work again,
The artist reemphasizes the permanent damage that his hand has suffered and its inability to function normally.
Don’t you crawl away from me again
The artist once again addresses his hand directly, expressing a fear that it will somehow escape or abandon him.
Contributed by Jordyn J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@chemejah
My Hand,
My Hand,
My Hand,
My hand,
myyyy handd!
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
I dont know,
Our days are in rows
My Hand
Fingers cut in half
My Hand
Ball sweat and b and c and c
Tendons severed!
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand, My Hand, My Hand
Hand!
(laughter)
You aren't going to crawl away from me, are ya?
No you're not.
Don't you crawl away from me
Don't you crawl no no no no
Look, nickel, nickel
I ain't going to put you in the guillotine again
(Laughter)
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand
my hand
(Laughter)
Here they are, four fingers,
Look what you done to me!
My Hand
(moaning)
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don't work
Here we go
I don't have to play with that hand anymore
I can just, I'll will just
I'll keep it in my, I'll keep it in my pants pocket
That's all I carry around with me
It's little so don't matter
I can still pet the dog with it
d*** you guillotine
Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this?
I have it in the closet, and another thing,
I thought I would do it again
My Hand
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It's never able to work again.
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don't work
Here we go
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It's never able to work again.
Don't you crawl away from me again (Don't you crawl away from me again)
Gonna scratch some hands
Sit here in my pocket,
Lets be good friends
Come on man
Come on just
(laughter)
No
I may not be hungry before I got some,
I can suture
I can do some stitches, I can sew you together
Give it away to men to shake hands
And call it buddy
My hand
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
@MrPilotsteve
Maximum Bob has the greatest voice in the history of the earth. This is GENIUS!
@tapeworm6093
@Griff - Jack Black like steal his style
@michaelmaravigli3871
Yeah...this is a monumental piece of vocals
@julivandiver9049
Brilliant! I love it!!
@pigebear
I LOVE Bobs vocals on this slab!!!
@tapeworm6093
Jack Black loves him so much that all his performances are derived from our beloved
@michaelmaravigli3871
Hysterical..man this is some crazy shit...not heard on the radio
@evanbland2079
3:13-3:42 is so awesome to me
@chemejah
My Hand,
My Hand,
My Hand,
My hand,
myyyy handd!
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
why'd I put it in the guillotine?
I dont know,
Our days are in rows
My Hand
Fingers cut in half
My Hand
Ball sweat and b and c and c
Tendons severed!
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand, My Hand, My Hand
Hand!
(laughter)
You aren't going to crawl away from me, are ya?
No you're not.
Don't you crawl away from me
Don't you crawl no no no no
Look, nickel, nickel
I ain't going to put you in the guillotine again
(Laughter)
My Hand
My Hand
My Hand
my hand
(Laughter)
Here they are, four fingers,
Look what you done to me!
My Hand
(moaning)
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don't work
Here we go
I don't have to play with that hand anymore
I can just, I'll will just
I'll keep it in my, I'll keep it in my pants pocket
That's all I carry around with me
It's little so don't matter
I can still pet the dog with it
d*** you guillotine
Who would have thought a guillotine could have done something like this?
I have it in the closet, and another thing,
I thought I would do it again
My Hand
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It's never able to work again.
Ladies those are precious,
Teachers don't work
Here we go
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
It's never able to work again.
Don't you crawl away from me again (Don't you crawl away from me again)
Gonna scratch some hands
Sit here in my pocket,
Lets be good friends
Come on man
Come on just
(laughter)
No
I may not be hungry before I got some,
I can suture
I can do some stitches, I can sew you together
Give it away to men to shake hands
And call it buddy
My hand
It's never able to work again,
Your hand is useless now,
@gosodafrog
Nope