Hey, this is Buck 65, he's a Canadian rapper, his stuff is pretty cool and original. He has a roughish voice but it really adds to the music. And his lyrics are pretty neat too.



Here's his site if you want to check him out:

http://www.buck65.com

And here's what other people's think of him:

"Part hip-hop, part punk, part country longing with some beat poetry."
- Lori Seymour, The Look Summer 2005

"Canada's Buck 65 embraces traditional American storytelling against a backdrop of folk, rock, hip-hop and country." - Larry Leblanc, Billboard
7 May 2005

Wicked And Weird

Driving with a yellow dog, I95
He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes
Up at a decent hour, never ate yet
Got a little Johnny Cash in the ol' tape deck
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
A pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
Blanket on the back seat, we're in rough shape
Sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape
Looking for a gas station, better make a list
Fill'er up with regular, I need to take a piss
Sexy girl air freshener, snacks and that pinwheel
Top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
Not a care in the world, not a how and a why
No destination, not a cloud in the sky
Back on the road not a moment too soon
Dish ran away with some other spoon

[chorus x2]
Wicked and wierd, I'm a road hog with an old dog
Singing slow songs, tryin'a hold on
Wicked and wierd, I'm a rat fish
Tryin'a practice doin' back flips on your mattress

[verse 2]
Hole in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder
Cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder
To roll down the window, you gotta use a wrench
Been thinking about brushing up on my french
Right there in the glove box, if you should look
You'll find 40 parking tickets and a copy of the Good Book
Don't bother looking, you'll never find me


I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me

[chorus x2]
Wicked and wierd, I'm a road hog with an old dog
Singing slow songs, tryin'a hold on
Wicked and wierd, I'm a rat fish
Tryin'a practice doin' back flips on your mattress


Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird

[verse 3]
Christ Almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well
Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well
But all I need's a half decent breakfast
And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless
Five o'clock shadow, lips like mudflaps
Hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps
The further I get, I keep goin' faster
Whispers in the wind and cows in the pasture
I have no plans and nothin' to prove either
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre
The highway's a story teller, I just write it down
Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days
And laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days
I figure when I make it to the Heavenly gates
They'll be working on my car and playing '78's

[chorus x2]
Wicked and wierd, I'm a road hog with an old dog
Singing slow songs, tryin'a hold on
Wicked and wierd, I'm a rat fish
Tryin'a practice doin' back flips on your mattress

I remember jamming to him back in high school. The classically funny "Centaur" song was great...

but then I heard some corny acoustic remake by him...then i gave up on him

via via i was recommended to listen to some of his stuff and i think i like this guy. very interesting at least.

very cool to see a thread about buck 65.....does not get the recognition he deserves....in canada even.....i think his newest album "secret house against the world" is some of his best work....

"blood of a young wolf"

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 and finger prints
Calling Papa ignorance, and I don't wanna go
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech

Egg and spoon race, slow and steady, desert highway, a bientot
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 and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm
Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there's no cause for alarm
Diamond rings and little babies, startlements and miracles
I remember pretty faces, so severe and lyrical
I'm talking 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 and screeching to a hault
All that work for nothing, uh oh, whipping boy, it's all my fault
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech

I don't wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I'm running
Catchin' fish and choppin' 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 ole song and 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 and 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 and 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,t hat's all she wrote
Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech

LOL at when I cared at spreading the word about music

was suprised to see you backing him.....

Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 9:12 pm

noted.....

So you don't like him anymore?

Nah he's alright I was just saying I wouldn't like promote bands or artists or whatever anymore

Yea, you fucking loser.

Fight me

*takes off shirt*

What're you gonna do?

Mosh with my crew?

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was America! What, I'm not allowed to defend myself? What is this, communist China? I thought this was America?

LOL