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The White Stripes
The White Stripes


Информация
Откуда Detroit, Michigan, United States
Жанры Rock
Alternative Rock
Garage Rock Revival
Punk Blues
Годы 1997—н.в.
Лейблы V2 Records
Sympathy For The Record Industry
XL Recordings
Sub Pop
Third Man Records
См. также Beck
The Dead Weather
The Raconteurs
The Upholsterers
Goober & the Peas
The Go
Holly Golightly
The Dirtbombs
Soledad Brothers
Сайт Website
Бывшие участники
Jack White
Meg White



Альбом The White Stripes


Under Great White Northern Lights (16.03.2010)
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yeah
oh
let's shake hands
oh
baby let's shake hands
well there's something here in the air
jump up and let me know when you're there
baby let's shake hands
oh
let's be friends
oh
baby let's be friends
I can't come up with a better plan
put your fingers in my hand
baby let's be friends
yeah

oh
say my name
oh
baby say my name
well you can do what you want to do
throw it in the garbage can
but just say my name
yeah

. . .



Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
My fingers definitely turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand

Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice

Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain
that you're teaching this lesson?
Maybe I'll put my live on ice

. . .



Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first woman that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

. . .



You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue

Something better than nothing
Something better than nothing, it's giving up
We all need to do something
Try to keep the truth from showing up

How dare you
How old are you now, anyway?
How dare you
How old are you now, anyway?

You're given a flower
But I guess there's just no pleasing you
Your lip tastes sour
But you think that it's just me teasing you

You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid
You took a white orchid turned it blue

Get behind me
Get behind me now, anyway
Get behind me
Get behind me now, anyway

You got a reaction
You got a reaction, didn't you?
You took a white orchid

. . .


It can't be love
for there is no true love
It can't be love
for there is no true love

Sure I'm C.F.K. [Charles Foster Kane-Citizen Kane]
but you gotta love me
the cost no man can say
but you gotta love me

Well I'm sorry but I'm not
interested in gold mines, oil wells, shipping or real estate
what would I liked to have been?
everything you hate

cause It can't be love
for there is no true love
It can't be love
for there is no true love

There is a man
a certain man
and for the poor you may be sure
that he'll do all he can
who is this one?
who's favourite son?
just by his action has the traction
magnets on the run
who likes to smoke
enjoys a joke
and wouldn't get a bit
upset if he were really broke
with wealth and fame
he's still the same
I'll bet you five you're not alive
If you don't know his name

You said the union forever
You said the union forever
You cried the union forever
but that was untrue girl

cause It can't be love
for there is no true love
It can't be love
for there is no true love

. . .



It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done

Let's have a ball and a biscuit sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let's have a ball and a biscuit sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everyone in the place just to get out
We'll get clean together
And I'll find a soapbox where I can shout it

Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
That my strength is ten fold woman
And I'll let you see if you want to before you go

It's quite possible that I'm your third man girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it was my mother who made me the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me

. . .


Yah-hee, icky thump
Who'da thunk?
Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico
Ah, well, what a chump
Well, my head got a bump when I hit it on the radio
Redhead señorita looking dead came and said
"Need a bed?", en español
I said, "Gimme a drink of water
I'm gonna sing around the colla'
And I don't need a microphone."

Icky thump with a lump in my throat
Grabbed my coat and I was freakin', I was ready to go
And I swear besides the hair
She had one white eye, one blank stare
Lookin' up, lyin' there
On the stand near her hand was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, something strange
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

White Americans, what? Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out? You're an immigrant, too
Who's using who? What should we do?
Well, you can't be a pimp and a prostitute, too

Icky thump, handcuffed to a bunk, robbed blind
Looked around and there was nobody else
Left alone, I hit myself with a stone
Went home and learned how to clean up after myself
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

. . .


I'm slowly turning into you, but you don't know this to be true.
You say I'm lying and I never really tell you the truth.
But your face is getting older, so put your head on my shoulder.
Yeah, put your head on my shoulder.

Yesterday, it hit me that I do all the little things that you do,
Except those same little things that you do are annoying.
They're annoying as hell in fact.
It kind of struck a little bell in fact.
I like to keep my little shell intact.

And I'm slowly turning into you...
And I'm slowly turning into you...
And I'm slowly turning into you...

Then something else came to mind, that was the mirror.
It made everything clearer.
That you're more beautiful, compelling, and stronger;
It didn't take much longer just for me to realize
I love all the little things, and the beauty that they're gonna bring.
I dig your little laugh and I'm loving your quick wit.
I even love it when you're faking it.
And it might sound a little strange for me to say to you,
But I'm proud to be you.

And I'm slowly turning into you...
And I'm slowly turning into you...
And I'm slowly turning into you...
And I'm slowly turning into you...

. . .


Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare,
With flaming locks of auburn hair,
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring,
Your voice is soft like summer rain,
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene.
He talks about you in his sleep,
And there's nothing I can do to keep,
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

Now, I can easily understand,
How you could easily take my man,
But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene.
Well, you could have your choice of men,
But I could never love again,
He's the only one for me, Jolene.
I had to have this talk with you,
My happiness depends on you,
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
I'm begging of you, please don't take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene,
Please don't take him even though you can.

. . .


I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman, says "Come and watch me bleed"
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that,
And still give her everything that she needs.
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it, the answer
Singin' these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf, and wrap up warm on this winter night
Every time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fight
It's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem with almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you, don't fight back
Just play the victim instead of playin' the fool

And the roads are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser, too
Well, sooner or later, the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, too
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone
Will I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking,
No answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee stung and busted up
Empty cup torrential outpour blues?

One thing's for sure in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

. . .


Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we're going to be friends

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
through the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
safely walk to school without a sound
safely walk to school without a sound

Here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn
we clean up and now its time to learn

Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height against the wall
teacher marks our height against the wall

We don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while in my bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tommorow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
I can tell that we're going to be friends

. . .



I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

well I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do

like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away

I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself

. . .


Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.
Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

Well, the hills are pretty and rollin', but the thorn is sharp and swollen.
And the man plays a beautiful whistle, but he wears a prickly thistle.

Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.
Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

The silver birches pierce through an icy fog which covers the ground most daily,
And the angels which carry St. Andrew high are singing a tune most gaily.

Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.
Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

One sound can hold back a thousand hands when the pipe blows a tune forlorn,
And the thistle is a prickly flower, aye, but how it is sweetly worn.

Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.
Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.
Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.
Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

. . .


Fell in love with a girl
fell in love once and almost completely
she's in love with the world
but sometimes these feelings
can be so misleading
she turns and says are you alright?
I said I must be fine cause my heart's still beating
come and kiss me by the riverside,
bobby says it's fine he don't consider it cheating

Red hair with a curl
mellow roll for the flavor
and the eyes were peeping
can't keep away from the girl
these two sides of my brain
need to have a meeting
can't think of anything to do
my left brain knows that
all love is fleeting
she's just looking for something new
and I said it once before
but it bears repeating

Can't think of anything to do
my left brain knows that
all love is fleeting
she's just looking for something new
and I said it once before
but it bears repeating

Fell in love with a girl
fell in love once and almost completely
she's in love with the world
but sometimes these feelings
can be so misleading
she turns and says are you alright?
I said I must be fine cause my heart's still beating
come and kiss me by the riverside,
bobby says it's fine he don't consider it cheating

Can't think of anything to do
my left brain knows that
all love is fleeting
she's just looking for something new
and I said it once before
but it bears repeating

. . .


When I hear my name
I wanna disappear
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o

When I see my face
I wanna disappear
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o

When I see my face
I wanna disappear
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o
Ooh-oo-o

When I hear my name
I wanna disappear
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o
Whoa-oo-o

. . .


I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone

Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell
And if I catch it coming back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear,
But that's what I'll do
And the feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me "Go back home"...

. . .


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