Iiiiiiiieeeeeee
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 a water,
I'm gonna 'sing around the collar'
And I don't need a microphone."
[guitar solo]
[keyboard solo]
Icky thump
with a lump in my throat
Grabbed my coat
And I was freaking
I was ready to go!
And I swear
Besides the hair
She had one white eye,
One black(nk) stare
Lookin' up
Lyin' there.
On the stand
near her hand
Was a candy cane
Black rum, sugar cane,
Dry ice (and) something strange.
La la, la la la la la la la la la laaa laaa laaa
[keyboard solo]
White Americans, what?
Nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too?
Who's usin' 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
The White Stripes - Icky Thump Album Lyrics
The White Stripes - Icky Thump Lyrics
- Icky Thump
- You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do as You're Told)
- 300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
- Conquest
- Bone Broke
- Prickly Thorn But Sweetly Worn
- St. Andrew (This Battle Is in the Air)
- Little Cream Soda
- Rag And Bone
- Im Slowly Turning Into You
- A Martyr For My Love For You
- Catch Hell Blues
- Effect And Cause
Writer: John Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do as You're Told)
In some respects, I suspect you've got a respectable side
When pushed and pulled and pressured, you still don't want to hide
But it's for someone else's benefit, not for what you wanna do
Until I realize that you've realized, I'm gonna say these words to you
Yeah, you don't know what love is, you do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless, and I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
I can see a man can't help but win any problems that may arise
But in his mind there can be no sin if you never criticize
You just keep on repeating all those empty "I love you"s
Until you see you deserve better, I'm gonna lay right in to you
Yeah, you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless, and I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is
No, you don't know what love is
No, you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
Yeah, do as you're told
When pushed and pulled and pressured, you still don't want to hide
But it's for someone else's benefit, not for what you wanna do
Until I realize that you've realized, I'm gonna say these words to you
Yeah, you don't know what love is, you do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless, and I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
I can see a man can't help but win any problems that may arise
But in his mind there can be no sin if you never criticize
You just keep on repeating all those empty "I love you"s
Until you see you deserve better, I'm gonna lay right in to you
Yeah, you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
Just as a child of ten might act, but you're far too old
You're not hopeless or helpless, and I hate to sound cold
But you don't know what love is
No, you don't know what love is
No, you don't know what love is, you just do as you're told
Yeah, do as you're told
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
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 sing 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
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 sing 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
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Conquest
Conquest-
He was out to make a conquest
Didn't care what harm was done
Just as long as he won
The prize
Conquest-
She was just another conquest
Didn't care whose heart was broke
Love to him was a joke
'til he looked into her eyes
And then in the strange way things happen
The roles were reversed from that day
The hunted became the huntress
The hunter became the prey
Conquest-
Now you know who made the conquest
She, with all her female guile
Led him helpless down the aisle
She had finally made a conquest
Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhh [x4]
Oooh oooooohh oohhhh
And then in the strange way things happen
The roles were reversed from that day
The hunted became the huntress
The hunter became the prey
Conquest-
Now you know who made the conquest
She, with all her female guile
Led him helpless down the aisle
She had finally made a conquest
Ahhhhh
Conquest
He was out to make a conquest
Didn't care what harm was done
Just as long as he won
The prize
Conquest-
She was just another conquest
Didn't care whose heart was broke
Love to him was a joke
'til he looked into her eyes
And then in the strange way things happen
The roles were reversed from that day
The hunted became the huntress
The hunter became the prey
Conquest-
Now you know who made the conquest
She, with all her female guile
Led him helpless down the aisle
She had finally made a conquest
Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhh [x4]
Oooh oooooohh oohhhh
And then in the strange way things happen
The roles were reversed from that day
The hunted became the huntress
The hunter became the prey
Conquest-
Now you know who made the conquest
She, with all her female guile
Led him helpless down the aisle
She had finally made a conquest
Ahhhhh
Conquest
Writer: CORKEY ROBBINS, CORKY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Bone Broke
Hey
Hey
Look closer, you can see all the money
I got a dollar bill in the cockpit
Surprised that your wallet is a black hole
I got another job at the liquor store, damn
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Hey
They got a white pony in the stable
And ride him when the doggie isn't able
But he doesn't really care because they pay him
But, still, a black suit is gonna shake him down
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Hey, broke as I'll ever be
Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya
God gave seven minutes right to ya
And your mother put her money into platinum
And now you never have to pay
Attention
Do ya?
Do ya?
Uh-huh
Yeah
I'm kneeling on a brick with my nails
I'm telling her the money's in the mail
Keeps shiny in my box, never fake it
But now the brick breaker's gonna break it down
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya
God gave seven minutes right to ya
Your mother put her money into platinum
So that you wouldn't have to pay
Attention
Right?
Hey
Look closer, you can see all the money
I got a dollar bill in the cockpit
Surprised that your wallet is a black hole
I got another job at the liquor store, damn
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Hey
They got a white pony in the stable
And ride him when the doggie isn't able
But he doesn't really care because they pay him
But, still, a black suit is gonna shake him down
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Hey, broke as I'll ever be
Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya
God gave seven minutes right to ya
And your mother put her money into platinum
And now you never have to pay
Attention
Do ya?
Do ya?
Uh-huh
Yeah
I'm kneeling on a brick with my nails
I'm telling her the money's in the mail
Keeps shiny in my box, never fake it
But now the brick breaker's gonna break it down
Oh, well
I'm bone broke
Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya
God gave seven minutes right to ya
Your mother put her money into platinum
So that you wouldn't have to pay
Attention
Right?
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Prickly Thorn But Sweetly Worn
Singing
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh 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 Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh 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
One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe plays 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 Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh 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 Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh 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
One sound can hold back a thousand hands
When the pipe plays 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 Oh
Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Well A Li De Li De Li Oh Oh
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
St. Andrew (This Battle Is in the Air)
This battle is in the air
I'm looking upwards
Where are the angels?
I'm not in my home
St. Andrew, don't forsake me
St. Andrew
Don't forsake me
Who is here to greet me?
The children are kind
I'm not in my home
I travel backwards in ecstasy
Where are the angels?
Don't forget me
St. Andrew
I've been true
What do I need to say?
What do I need to say?
I'm looking upwards
Where are the angels?
I'm not in my home
St. Andrew, don't forsake me
St. Andrew
Don't forsake me
Who is here to greet me?
The children are kind
I'm not in my home
I travel backwards in ecstasy
Where are the angels?
Don't forget me
St. Andrew
I've been true
What do I need to say?
What do I need to say?
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Little Cream Soda
One, two, three, four!
Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well
And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well
And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it's like a dang explosion when he sings
And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing
Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well
And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well
And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well
And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it's like a dang explosion when he sings
And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin' the same thing
Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well
And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well
And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well
Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I'm a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don't know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There's nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Rag And Bone
[Jack & Meg:]
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
[Jack:]
Meg, look at this place
This place looks like a mansion!
It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff!
Look, I see something over there.
We got you here selling rag and bone
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home
A broken trumpet or a telephone
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come and give it to me
Yeah!
Come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone!
Rag & B one!
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to me
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Jack:] Well, look at all this, you don't want it?
[Meg:] What is that?
[Jack:]
You sure you don't want it? Take it.
They're just things you don't want.
I can use 'em.
Meg can use 'em
We can do something with 'em
We'll make something out of 'em
Make some money out of 'em at least.
Hey if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us
We'll give it a home
Well, I hope you got something shoddy for me
Everybody got a Christmas tree
Can you part with a toilet seat?
Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up
Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone!
We wanna get it Granny, while it's hot
You think it's trash Granny, but it's not
Oh, we'll be taking whatever you got
Ah, give up, give up, give up
Come on and give it to me
Woo!
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Meg:] I saw some stuff in here, now are you gonna give it to us?
[Jack:] Ah, Meg, don't be rude
[Meg:] Why not?
[Jack:]
They might need it.
And if you don't want it, we'll take it
And if you don't wanna give it to us,
We'll keep walking by
We'll keep going we're not tired
But, got plenty of places to go
Lots of homes we ain't been to yet
The west side
The south-west side
Middle east
Rich house
Dog house
Outhouse
Old folks' house
House for unwed mothers
Halfway homes
Catacombs
Twilight Zones
Looking for Technic's turntables to gramophones
So take a last lick of your ice-cream cones
And lock up what you still wanna own
But please be kind
And don't rewind
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up
Come on and give it to me
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Jack & Meg:]
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to us!
[Jack:]
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Oh yeah!
Yeah!
[Meg:] Yeah!
[Jack & Meg, x13:] Yeah!
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
Rag & Bone!
[Jack:]
Meg, look at this place
This place looks like a mansion!
It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff!
Look, I see something over there.
We got you here selling rag and bone
Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home
A broken trumpet or a telephone
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come and give it to me
Yeah!
Come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone!
Rag & B one!
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to me
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Jack:] Well, look at all this, you don't want it?
[Meg:] What is that?
[Jack:]
You sure you don't want it? Take it.
They're just things you don't want.
I can use 'em.
Meg can use 'em
We can do something with 'em
We'll make something out of 'em
Make some money out of 'em at least.
Hey if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us
We'll give it a home
Well, I hope you got something shoddy for me
Everybody got a Christmas tree
Can you part with a toilet seat?
Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up
Come on and give it to me
Rag & Bone!
We wanna get it Granny, while it's hot
You think it's trash Granny, but it's not
Oh, we'll be taking whatever you got
Ah, give up, give up, give up
Come on and give it to me
Woo!
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Meg:] I saw some stuff in here, now are you gonna give it to us?
[Jack:] Ah, Meg, don't be rude
[Meg:] Why not?
[Jack:]
They might need it.
And if you don't want it, we'll take it
And if you don't wanna give it to us,
We'll keep walking by
We'll keep going we're not tired
But, got plenty of places to go
Lots of homes we ain't been to yet
The west side
The south-west side
Middle east
Rich house
Dog house
Outhouse
Old folks' house
House for unwed mothers
Halfway homes
Catacombs
Twilight Zones
Looking for Technic's turntables to gramophones
So take a last lick of your ice-cream cones
And lock up what you still wanna own
But please be kind
And don't rewind
All of your pretty
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
Ah, jump up, jump up, jump up
Come on and give it to me
Your pretty little Rags & Bones
[Jack & Meg:]
Ah, come on, come on, come on
Come on and give it to us!
[Jack:]
Yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Oh yeah!
Yeah!
[Meg:] Yeah!
[Jack & Meg, x13:] Yeah!
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Im Slowly Turning Into You
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 the same little things that you do are annoying
They're annoying as hell, in fact
It kinda 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
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 lovin' 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
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
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 the same little things that you do are annoying
They're annoying as hell, in fact
It kinda 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
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 lovin' 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
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A Martyr For My Love For You
She was sixteen and six feet tall
In a crowd of teenagers comin' out of the zoo
She stumbled, started to slip and fall
Teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes
I happened to catch her and said
"Maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you"
Maybe for you, now
But not as shaky as I must have seemed
Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream
And on the phone I could not compete
My dumb-luck fake competence was getting weak
And for a sec' I thought I sounded sweet
But sure enough in a gruff, faint voice, I heard myself speak
I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we could share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this
And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
I'm beginning to like you
So you probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you
It probably don't make much sense to you
But I'm trying to save you
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
I'll probably do
I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we might share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this
And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
You'll probably call me a fool
And say I'm doin' exactly what a coward would do
And I'm beginning to like you
It's a shame, what a lame way to live, but what can I do?
I hope you appreciate what I do
I'm a martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you, now
A martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you
In a crowd of teenagers comin' out of the zoo
She stumbled, started to slip and fall
Teeter-tottered on the top of patent leather shoes
I happened to catch her and said
"Maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you"
Maybe for you, now
But not as shaky as I must have seemed
Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream
And on the phone I could not compete
My dumb-luck fake competence was getting weak
And for a sec' I thought I sounded sweet
But sure enough in a gruff, faint voice, I heard myself speak
I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we could share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this
And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
I'm beginning to like you
So you probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you
It probably don't make much sense to you
But I'm trying to save you
From all of the things that I'll probably say or do
I'll probably do
I could stay a while
But sooner or later I'll break your smile
And I can tell a joke
But one of these days I'm bound to choke
And we might share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this
And I bet we could build a home
But I know the right thing for me to do
Is to leave you alone
Leave you alone, now
You'll probably call me a fool
And say I'm doin' exactly what a coward would do
And I'm beginning to like you
It's a shame, what a lame way to live, but what can I do?
I hope you appreciate what I do
I'm a martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you, now
A martyr for my love for you
A martyr for my love for you
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Catch Hell Blues
(If you go looking for hot water
Don't act shocked when you get
Burned a little bit)
If you really want some hot water
I can help you find it
Oh
Oh
Ah yeah
Well if they catch me around
You're playing rock the boat
I'm gonna catch hell
And if you're throwing your voice
In bed singing a note
I'm gonna catch hell
I know it
Yes, alright
Try and catch me
Oh yeah
Tricky, tricky
Yeah
Oh
Oh
If you're getting chick (?)
Lying to yourself
You're gonna catch hell
And if you're testing God
Lying to his face
You're gonna catch hell
C'mon
Hey
That's it
They're gonna catch you
Ha, they're gonna catch you
(Easy)
Don't act shocked when you get
Burned a little bit)
If you really want some hot water
I can help you find it
Oh
Oh
Ah yeah
Well if they catch me around
You're playing rock the boat
I'm gonna catch hell
And if you're throwing your voice
In bed singing a note
I'm gonna catch hell
I know it
Yes, alright
Try and catch me
Oh yeah
Tricky, tricky
Yeah
Oh
Oh
If you're getting chick (?)
Lying to yourself
You're gonna catch hell
And if you're testing God
Lying to his face
You're gonna catch hell
C'mon
Hey
That's it
They're gonna catch you
Ha, they're gonna catch you
(Easy)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Effect And Cause
I guess you have to have a problem if you want to invent a contraption
First, you cause a train wreck then they put me in traction
Well, first came an action and then a reaction
But you can't switch around for your own satisfaction
Well, you burnt my house down and got mad at my reaction
Well, in every complicated situation of a human relation
Makin' sense of it all takes a whole lot of concentration
Well, you can blame a baby for her pregnant ma
And if there's one of these unavoidable laws
It's that you just can't take the effect and make it the cause
No
Well, you can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbing Peter, don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause
I ain't the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call
You built a house of cards and got shocked when you saw them fall
Yeah, well, I ain't saying I'm innocent, in fact, the reverse
But if you're headed to the grave, you don't blame the hearse
You're like a little girl yelling at her brother 'cause you lost his ball
Yeah
Well, you keep blaming me for what you did, but that ain't all
The way you clean up the wreck is enough to give one pause, yes
Well, you seem to forget just how this all started
I'm reacting to you because you left me broken-hearted
See, you just can't take the effect and make it the cause
Well you can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbing Peter, but don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause
First, you cause a train wreck then they put me in traction
Well, first came an action and then a reaction
But you can't switch around for your own satisfaction
Well, you burnt my house down and got mad at my reaction
Well, in every complicated situation of a human relation
Makin' sense of it all takes a whole lot of concentration
Well, you can blame a baby for her pregnant ma
And if there's one of these unavoidable laws
It's that you just can't take the effect and make it the cause
No
Well, you can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbing Peter, don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause
I ain't the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call
You built a house of cards and got shocked when you saw them fall
Yeah, well, I ain't saying I'm innocent, in fact, the reverse
But if you're headed to the grave, you don't blame the hearse
You're like a little girl yelling at her brother 'cause you lost his ball
Yeah
Well, you keep blaming me for what you did, but that ain't all
The way you clean up the wreck is enough to give one pause, yes
Well, you seem to forget just how this all started
I'm reacting to you because you left me broken-hearted
See, you just can't take the effect and make it the cause
Well you can't take the effect and make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank because you made up the law
Blame me for robbing Peter, but don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect and make it the cause
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Icky Thump is the sixth and final studio album by American rock duo The White Stripes, released through Warner Bros. and Third Man Records in June 2007, with XL Recordings handling the United Kingdom release. Its first release came on June 15, 2007, in Germany, with the release for the rest of Europe occurring on June 18 and the rest of the world on June 19.
Icky Thump received positive reviews from critics and enjoyed commercial success, entering the UK Albums Chart at number one and debuting at number two on the Billboard 200, becoming the duo's highest-charting album in the US with 223,000 copies sold. By late July, Icky Thump was certified gold in the United States. On February 10, 2008, the album won a Grammy Award for Best Alternative Music Album.
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The White StripesIcky Thump received positive reviews from critics and enjoyed commercial success, entering the UK Albums Chart at number one and debuting at number two on the Billboard 200, becoming the duo's highest-charting album in the US with 223,000 copies sold. By late July, Icky Thump was certified gold in the United States. On February 10, 2008, the album won a Grammy Award for Best Alternative Music Album.
Genre(s): Garage rock, alternative rock, punk blues, blues rock
Producer(s): Jack White
Length: 47:44
Released: June 15th, 2007
Year: 2007