by Jack White
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips
C'mon, you got it all wrong, man
And if you think that our dance was all in the hips
Oh well, then do the twist
If you think holding hands is all in the fingers
Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and
Make sure to never do it with the fingers
Cause I'll tell everyone in the world
But he was thinking about the girl
Ya, but he's thinking about the girl, oh
A lot of people get confused and they bruise
Real easy when it comes to love
They start putting on their shoes and walking out
And singing "boy, I think I had enough"
Just because she makes you feel wrong
She don't mean to be mean or hurt you on purpose, boy
Take a tip and do yourself a little service
Take a mountain turn it into a mole
Just by playing a different role
Ya, by playing a different role, oh
The boat ya you know she's rockin' it
And the truth well ya know there's no stoppin' it
The boat ya you know she's still rockin' it
The truth well you know there's no stoppin' it
So what, somebody left you in a rut
And wants to be the one who's in control
But the feeling that you're under can really make you wonder
How the hell she can be so cold
So now you're mad, denying the truth
And it's getting in the wisdom in the back of your tooth
Ya need ta spit it out, in a telephone booth
While ya call everyone that you know, and ask 'em
Where do you think she goes
Oh ya, where d'ya suppose she goes, oh
The truth well you know there's no stoppin' it
And the boat well ya know she's still rockin' it
The boat ya you know she's still rockin' it
And the truth ya you know there's no stoppin' it
You recognize with your back in the back?
That it's colder when she rocks the boat
But it's the cause hittin on the Cardinal Laws?
'bout the proper place to hang her coat
So to you, the truth is still hidden
And the soul plays the role of a lost little kitten but
You should know that the dark is one kitten?
She's been singing it all along
But you were hearin' a different song
Ya you were hearin' a different song
But you were hearin' a different song.
My new favorite song....
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
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Has a song ever reminded you of what it might feel like to be another rperson? That may sound bizarre, but that is what this song does for me. I loved it before I read the lyrics -- because it is pretty impossible to understand what the hell he is singing at some parts -- and now that I've memorized it from listening to it on repeat it makes me think, "Yeah, that's probably how he feels." Hope he's hearing a different song....
Wow, that kind of reminds me as to why I don't listen to the White Stripes. I appreciate their "art", but I'm not afraid to say that frankly I just don't get it. More on point, every now and again, a song reminds you of where you are and who you have become. This happened to me recently, and it scared me ... and most importantly made me want to change and begin to forget about the past, and namely her (you know who, so I won't risk it and write her name here). It also has to do with my whole discontent with my recent education and wondering where my college confidence went in the last 3 years ... But anyways, Straylight Run (emo shit ... I know) - It's for the best:
It takes more time than I've ever had,
Drains the life from me,
Makes me want to forget,
As young as I was,
I felt older back then,
More disciplined,
Stronger and certain,
But I was scared to death of eternity,
I was saved by grace,
But destroyed by naivety,
And I lied to myself,
And said it was for the best,
And now faith is replaced with a logic so cold
I've disregarded what I was,
Now that I'm older,
And I know much more than I did back then,
But the more I learn,
The more I can't understand,
And I've become content with this life that I lead,
Where I drink too much and don't believe in much of anything,
And I lie to myself,
And say it's for the best,
We're moving forward,
But holding ourselves back,
And we're waiting on something that will never come back. (rpt)
OK I'll admit it, I really have no idea what the hell Jack's talking about when he's rambling on and on about the cat and the Cardinal Laws and the hangin' up her coat stuff, but everything before that is money. Money and a previous relationship... who shall remain nameless.
I think maybe I just need to have you crank it on your new car stereo and sing my brains out so that the love I have for the Stripes will transcend the dislike/bewilderment you feel at Jack's lyrics. Next weekend!
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