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The Raconteurs
The Raconteurs


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Откуда Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Жанры Blues Rock
Folk-Rock
Alternative Rock
Годы 2005—н.в.
Лейблы XL Recordings
Third Man Records
См. также The White Stripes
The Dead Weather
The Greenhornes
Goober & the Peas
Blanche
Сайт Website
Состав
Jack White
Jack Lawrence
Brendan Benson
Patrick Keeler



Альбом The Raconteurs


Consolers Of The Lonely (25.03.2008)
25.03.2008
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(Daddy, will you tell me a story? hahahahaha...)

(ahahahaha...
ahahaha
I'll double track that...)

Haven't seen the sun in weeks
My skin is getting pale
Haven't got a mind left to speak
And I'm skinny as a rail

Lightbulbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I'm told it's everything a man could want
And I shouldn't complain

Conversations getting dull
There's a constant buzzing in my ears
Sense of humor's void and numb
And I'm bored to tears

I'm bored to tears, yeah...
I'm bored to tears, yeah...

If you're looking for an accomplice
A confederate, somebody's who's helpless
You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone

If you're looking for cut-throat
Singing a bad note, looking for a scapegoat
You're gonna find, you'll find yourself alone

Looking for sympathy
I can get you something
Something good, something good to eat

Haven't had a decent meal
My brain is fried
Haven't slept a week for real
My tongue is tied

Lightbulbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I'm told it's everything a man could want
And I shouldn't complain

Conversations getting dull
There's a constant ringing in my ears
Sense of humor's void and numb
And I'm bored to tears

I'm bored to tears, yeah...
I'm bored to tears, yeah...

Ah Ah Ah Ah Ahhh....

(hahahaha)

. . .


I seem to think I think I got a little situation
So listen to me sister listen maybe you can help
I think I gave a lot of bobbles my consideration
But not for me they always seem to be for someone else

Why all the people always seem to just be on vacation
What do I get from never touching anything at all
I'm like a trash can holding all the information
And every single time I'm in the field to be taught

Salute your solution, now, salute your solution

I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions
Ignoring any kinda pause I might receive at all
All others seem to find a road that's tough to satisfaction
I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all

And if there's one little answer to this complication
Someone somewhere help me settle what is on my mind
There's only one I'm only taking getting and receiving
There's only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking

And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one

And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you

And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you

And I got what I got all despite you
And I get what I get just to spite you

I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions
Ignoring any kinda pause I might receive at all
And all the others seem to find myself a satisfaction
I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all

But if there's one little answer to this complication
Someone somewhere some help me settle what is on my mind
There's only one I'm only taking getting and receiving
There's only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking

And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one I'm taking
And only one

. . .


(one, two, three, four)

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right, you might comprehend me
And why do you feel the need to tease me?
Why don't you turn it around,
it might be easier to please me

And there's always another point of view,
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

What do you think that you are doing? (ooooooh)
Who is the fool, the fool or the fool that you are fooling? (fool that you are fooling...)
And maybe I just don't see the reason (reaaason)
But in the court of my heart, your ignorance is treason

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

You think you know how I feel
It's not that big of a deal
There's no such thing, it's not real
Ohhhh...

You don't understand me
But if the feeling was right, you might comprehend me
And I don't claim to understand you
But I've been looking around, and I haven't found anybody like you.

And there's always another point of view
A better way to do the things we do
And how can you know me and I know you?
If nothing is true?

. . .


You look pretty in your fancy dress
But I detect unhappiness
You never speak so I have to guess
you're not free...

Dear, maybe when you're old enough
You'll realize you're not so tough
And somedays the seas get rough
And you'll see...

You're too young to have it figured out
You think you know what you're talking about
You think it will all work itself out,
but we'll see...

When I was young, I thought I knew
You probably think you know too
Do you?
Well do you?

I was naive just like you, I thought
I knew exactly what I wanted to do
Well, what you gonna do?
What a fool...

And how have you gotten by so far
Without having no visible scar
Knowing, knowing who you really are
that can't see...

What you gonna do... What you gonna do... What you gonna now?
What you gonna do... What you gonna do... What you gonna now?
What you gonna do... What you gonna do... What you gonna now?
What you gonna do now?

Yeah...

The only way you'll ever learn a thing
is to admit you know absolutely nothing, Oh nothing...

Think about this carefully
You might not get another chance to speak freely
Oh freely...

Baby when you're old enough,
Baby when you're old enough,
Baby when you're old enough,
you're not free...
Yeah, you're not free...

. . .


(one, two)

In the heat of the desert sun,
on the blistering trail
An appaloosa and,
a wanted man sprung from jail

Slow in motion and shadow-less
The switch and the spurs
Every living thing, with a fatal sting
Bark and rattle this curse

The rider hallucinates
The snapping hooves on the sand
Spits a venom dream, recalls a stranger scream
And a broken hand...

The saddle spotted with sweat and blood
The poison pumps through his veins
There's no stopping this, and now he's powerless
Still holding the reigns...

Any pour souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path, but heed these four words,
You shall never return...

Any pour souls who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land

For there's is the power and this is the kingdom
As sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path, but heed these four words,
You shall never return...

. . .


(muffled talking)

Hold up! x8

Had enough of these modern times
About to drive me out of my mind
And you know this too well
I'm holed up in my little cell, yeah!

Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!

Friends took me to a freak show
But I think I've seen it all before, well
Can I get a look at you, girl?
Maybe take a peek in your world?

Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!
Hold up!

Hold up x12

Modern girl, you're so kind
You're gonna help me get through this time, well
And you know me too well
You didn't break a phone, you broke into my prison cell

Hold up!
Hold up!
I'm holed up!

Hold up, I'm holed up

. . .


How you gonna top yourself?
When there is nobody else?
How you gonna do it by yourself?
Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you.

Yeah.

Alright...
How you gonna top yourself?
When there is nobody else?
How you gonna do it by yourself?
Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you.

How you gonna do it alone?
When I don't pick up my phone?
I'd love to give a dog a bone
But I'm not gonna stick around to help you.

Yeah!

Alright...

Yeah, how you gonna stop yourself? When,
your man stops ringing your bell (ringing your bell)
You're right between heaven and hell
And you're gonna need the good lord to help you.

How I'm gonna make you see (make you see)
that this is ain't to be (way to be)
See you've been digging it all for free
Guess you better get yourself a sugar daddy to help you.

Yeah, uh-uh!

Top yourself...

Such a little girl like a spinning time mama, but she
Spinning out of control... yeah.
Take sleeping with a snake like usual
Rip apart my soul. Yeah!

Yeah, rip apart my soul...
Rip apart my soul....
Yeah! Mmmm....

Well, how you gonna rock yourself to sleep
When I give up my midnight creep, girl
How you gonna get that deep
When you're daddy ain't here to do it to you.

Yeah, how you gonna do it alone?
When I don't pick up my phone?
I'd love to give a dog a bone
But I'm not gonna stick around to help you.

Yeah, yeah! Mmm...
Alright! Yeah! Hey! Uh-huh, yeah!
Mmmmm...
Yeah...

Top yourself...
Top yourself...
Top yourself...

. . .


Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
And smash it on the floor
Take whatever's left
And take it with you out the door...

See if I cry,
see if I shed a single sorry tear
I can't say that it's been that great
No, in fact it's been a wasted-free year

Everybody sees
And everyone agrees
That you and I are wrong
And it's been that way too long

Take it as it comes
and be thankful when it's done
There's so many ways to act
and there's many shades of black
There's so many shades of black
There's so many shades of black

Let it out (let it all out) let it all out
Say what's on your mind
You can kick and scream
and shout and say things
That are so unkind.

Yeah,
See if I care
And see if I stand firm or if I fall
Cause in the back of my mind,
and on the tip of my tongue
is the answer to it all...

And everybody sees
And everyone agrees
That you and I are wrong
And it's been that way too long

Take it as it comes
and be thankful when it's done
There's so many ways to act
and there's many shades of black,
There's so many shades of black,
Yeah, there's many shades of black

Yeah...
Everybody sees
And everyone agrees
That you and I are wrong
And it's been that way too long

So take it as it comes
and be thankful when it's done
There's so many ways to act
and you cannot take it back
no you cannot take it back
there's so many shades of black,
There's so many shades of black,
Yeah, there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
Yeah, there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black
Yeah, there's many shades of black
there's so many shades of black

oh yeah.

. . .


It's a decision that was made between you and me
And the division that was lately this odyssey, believe me
I'm bad enough and I guess we're doing fine
But I'm scared of something more that is on the line

Well I got five on the five
And I been taking time, doing it all along
Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh

If we keep it alive
I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home
Right back to you, yeah

Right back to you, yeah

Well, I love you well enough that I'll have you know
The day I found you, girl, you laughed like a stereo
Now tell me why you always wanna put on a show
Cause you look nothing like the kids in the videos

Well I got five on the five
And I been taking time, doing it all along
Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh

If we keep it alive
I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home
Ah yeah

Well I love you well enough that I'll have you know
The day you found me, girl, my laugh made a stereo
Now tell me why you always think I put on a show
Cause I look nothing like the kids
Yeah, I look nothing like the kids
Yeah, I look nothing like the kids in the videos

Well I got five on the five
And I been taking time, doing it all along
Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh

If we keep it alive
I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home

Yeah, I got five on the five
And I been taking time, doing it all along
Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh

If we keep it alive
I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home
Ah, yeah

Alright!

. . .


Hey!
Now that you have my attention,
What are you gonna do?
You might have good intention
But they're not coming through
You're very pleased with yourself I see,
It's like a walk in the park
You weren't lying by anyone else, cause
You can see in the dark

Got a lock,
Got a key
Got some kind of vice-like grip on me
On a leash, by the reigns
Got a look that puts me in chains

I tried a subtle suggestion
A more direct approach
A can't make your connection
You're beyond reproach
No need for petty excuses
No need for dumbing around
I don't know what the use is
But what you knowing down

Got a lock,
Got a key
Got some kind of vice-like grip on me
On a leash, by the reigns
Got a look that puts me in chains

Weird mix of lyrics here:

Do you like the reflection?
Do you love the reflection?
Do you like what you see?
Do you like the attention?
Do you like the attention you get from me?
Hey! Yeah! Hey! Hey!

Now that you have my attention...

Got some kind of vice-like grip on me

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey... (continues)

Got a lock,
Got a key.

. . .


Pull this blanket off of me
Maybe it'll help me see
The things I believe to be true...

I'm paying for what should be free
But I don't buy what they're telling me
And I wanna believe in you...

Ahhhh... Ahhhh...

It's not sticking to your guns
When everybody's having fun
Makes me wanna run,
I don't know what to do

Not everything is what it seems
Maybe these boys don't have dreams
I can't blame 'em,
Some dreams are worse than the truth.

Ahhhh.... Ahhhh...

Alright, goodnight.

. . .


Been having bad times
And I've been paying dues
Got shoes and money
And good friends too

Always play to win
But always seem to lose
That's why I think I got
A rich kid's blues

That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues

And I know what is going on
And I know, but I'll wait til dawn
And I know just exactly what is on your mind
Jumping back, I know if I'm still gonna lose you

But I'm wondering why, girl
Did I ask your name?
And all the people standing by
Oh, they're in my game

Love's just a story
A story without words
Words are almost never seen
And never even heard

I know what is going on
And I know that I'll wait til dawn
And I know just exactly what is on your mind
Jumping back, I know it's all a rut, you want me to prove it to you

Though my good times
Are just paying dues
I've got shoes and money
And good friends too

Though I always play to win
I always seem to lose
That's why I think I got
A rich kid's blues

That's why I think I got a rich kid's blues

I know what's going on
I know what's going on
What's going on
What's going on
What's going on

. . .


Well you've impressed me so completely
I start obsessing to hear from you
Whatever you do, you do sweetly
It takes a lot to not take from you

You're not secure enough to tell me
Your first impression of all these clowns
So you'll be tricky enough to compel me
To take the lead and to speak out loud, yeah

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Grab hold and do not let go

And if you find yourself repeating
Some of those incoherent sounds
Just talking to yourself is cheating
You might as well stick your head in the ground, yeah

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Grab hold and do not let go

I feel compelled to just yell out for you
To say the words that you can't bring out
But I cannot do everything for you
And if I don't then these stones will shout
Yeah, if I don't then these stones will shout
Well, if I don't then these stones will shout

So if I were to just lay in silence
And see if you would take control
The stones below me would make me combat them
And they would wrestle me, pester me, mess with me, just trying to free your soul

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Speak to me and don't speak softly
Talk to me and let me know
Grab hold of my shoulder and tell me
Grab hold and do not let go

Grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go
Grab hold and do not let go

. . .


I'm not sure if there's a point to this story
But I'm going to tell it again
So many other people try to tell the tale
Not one of them knows the end

It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun

Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
Took a minute to open his eyes
He took a peep into the back of the house
And found himself a big surprise
He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
With her red-headed head in her hands
While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest
Trying to choke the man

Ah Ah Ahhh...

Billy looked up from the window to the truck
Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
Turn the priest into a shell of a man
The priest was putting up the fight of his life
But he was old and he was bound to lose
The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
The preacher lying there in the room
He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
Then he knew what he was gonna do
Billy got up enough courage, took it up
And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
That got delivered every morning at nine

Ah Ah Ahhh...

Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
He turned around and put the lock on the door
He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then
He took a step toward the man on the ground
From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
So Billy took dead aim at his face
And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and
The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
Boyfriend fell down dead for good
Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
Pulled out an envelope filled with money
"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
"He's been paying all the bills for years"
"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
Just then, his little brother came in
Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,

La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la, la la la...
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah
La la la la, la la la la, yeah

Well now you heard another side to the story
But you wanna know how it ends?
If you must know, the truth about the tale
Go and ask the milkman

. . .


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