I'm an Outlaw
Kurt Vile Lyrics


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Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned
I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
Alone in a crowd on the corner
Goin' nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
Alone in a crowd on the corner
In my walkman, in a snowglobe
Goin' nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw by the ocean
Watch it come crashing against my skin
He go from Gene Clark to Clarence White
And then he's alright

I'm an outlaw on the brink of imploding
Alone in a crowd on the corner
Burned from vinyl, dimed from cans to the dome

I'm an outlaw under Orion's Belt
What a dumb thing to sing but it had a ring to it
Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned
As my right eardrum drones on through the night now

Under exile, 'neath constellations
Just to idyl there in slow motion
So is the life of the outlaw
As a villain, as a snake-charming, vile human being




I'm an outlaw
Bitch

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "I'm an Outlaw" by Kurt Vile explore the life of an outsider, an outlaw who is on the brink of self-implosion. The singer is lost and alone, disconnected from society while standing in a crowd, going nowhere slow. The refrain "girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned" suggests that the character is able to connect with someone on a deeper level, but is unable to fully integrate into society. The lyrics paint a picture of a man who is drifting aimlessly, searching for a place where he belongs.


The song's lyrics capture the essence of the rural American experience, reflecting the musical tradition of outlaw country, a subgenre of country music that was popular in the 1970s. It also features elements of psychedelic rock and folk-rock, creating a distinctive sound that combines various musical genres. The use of symbols and metaphors, such as "burned from vinyl, dimed from cans to the dome" and "under Orion's Belt," adds a poetic quality to the lyrics.


Line by Line Meaning

Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned
The girl is smart enough to come when called


I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
I'm a rebel who's about to implode


Alone in a crowd on the corner
I'm surrounded by people but still feel alone


Goin' nowhere slow
I'm not making any progress


In my walkman, in a snowglobe
Listening to music that transports me to a different world


I'm an outlaw by the ocean
I'm a rebel who likes to be close to the water


Watch it come crashing against my skin
Feeling the power of the waves against my body


He go from Gene Clark to Clarence White
Switching between two musicians


And then he's alright
Feeling content after switching musicians


Burned from vinyl, dimed from cans to the dome
Listening to music from a variety of formats


I'm an outlaw under Orion's Belt
I'm a rebel who likes to stargaze under the stars of Orion's Belt


What a dumb thing to sing but it had a ring to it
Realizing that something might be silly but still enjoying it


As my right eardrum drones on through the night now
Hearing a constant sound in my ear


Under exile, 'neath constellations
Living in isolation under the stars


Just to idyl there in slow motion
To rest there and slow down


So is the life of the outlaw
This is what being a rebel is like


As a villain, as a snake-charming, vile human being
As someone who is seen as wicked and repulsive


I'm an outlaw
I'm a rebel


Bitch
An aggressive exclamation to emphasize rebelliousness or distaste for a situation




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Written by: Kurt Samuel Vile

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Gren Marton


on Wheelhouse

Sometimes I talk too much but I gotta get it out
But I don’t wanna talk, I only wanna listen
My baby talks soft, my ears are always ringing now
Humming a sad song when I’m alone
But you gotta be alone to figure things out sometimes
Be alone, when even in a crowd of friends and not so
Sometimes of whom you just can’t distinguish but
Thank god for the former, yeah

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside

There’s a desert down below the earth’s core
A hidden staircase in the house that you reside in
A little something from the cupboard over there
A little medicine, it’s a medication situation

Some bow down a hundred times a day or more
To find a way, to get back down to the temple one day
Find the temple, to bask in the glory of
Roll around on a floor of furry carpet then
Sleep soundly for the first time in forever and
Breathing deep inside

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