"Blood Of A Young Wolf" as written by and Graeme Ross Campbell Charles Wishart Austin....
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. À bientôt
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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    General CommentThis really describes average life in Nova Scotia
    SomePurpleGuyon July 04, 2006   Link
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    General CommentWhats Zoom kick persuasion tech
    SomePurpleGuyon July 04, 2006   Link
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    General Commentsomepurpleguy: Do you even live in Nova Scotia?
    It's not like that at all.
    paddyvaughanon September 18, 2006   Link
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    General Commentyes I do and yes it is
    Do you even live in Nova Scotia
    PS:Punk
    SomePurpleGuyon October 06, 2006   Link
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    General CommentGreat, I'm sure Nova Scotia can be so generalized as being like or not like this song.
    yukahondaon February 10, 2007   Link
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    General Comment"Great, I'm sure Nova Scotia can be so generalized as being like or not like this song."

    hahaha, thats funny.
    anyway..this song is about LIFE! ANYWHERE! not in Nova Scotia in specific, or Ontario or anything else..just general life XD
    CoryChaboton April 12, 2007   Link
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    General CommentYou all must be much more perceptive than I, because this song is pretty much gibberish to me. Very catchy gibberish mind you.
    Somehow the line "eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulder blades" always gets stuck in my head.
    illuminatedon January 03, 2011   Link
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    General CommentSong seems really personal to me. Not exactly sure what B65 was trying to say. If I could sum up what the song means to me in a few lines it would be these :

    "I ain't got no culture, nothin', dirty words, but that don't count"

    "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"


    "Broken fingers, goin' nowhere fast & screeching to hault
    All that work for nothing, oh, whipping boy. It's all my fault"


    "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"

    To me it seems like a song about holding onto to hope vs an outlook on life becoming ever bleaker.
    Slapbass18on July 14, 2011   Link

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