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from Jack White - Love Interruption [single] (2012)
I want love to roll me over slowly
Stick a knife inside me and twist it all around I want love to, grab my fingers gently Slam them in the door way, put my face into the ground I want love to, murder my own mother and Take her off to somewhere, like hell or up above And I want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies Show me how its all my fault No I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me Yeah I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me Anymore I want love to walk right up and bite me Grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground And I want love to, split my mouth right open, cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound I want love to forget that you offended me, Or how you had defended me when everybody talked me down And I want love to, change my friends to enemies, change my friends to enemies Show me how its all my fault No I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me Yeah I wont let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me Anymore to moonn6pence from papayeverte 가사입력 papayeverte |
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from The Twilight Saga: Eclipse (트와일라잇 세번째 신화: 이클립스) [ost] (2010)
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear That's not what you want to hear One is born so one can die You must wait a real long time That's more than you can bear And the days will come and go And the band will march along Till the day you cast a shadow And it's nothing like your own Rolling in on a burning tire You're going to set my house on fire Just to show me you were there Well, I was raised up like a snake You were raised to leave me bait I always, always take And the days will come and go And the band will march along Till the day you cast a shadow And it's nothing like your own The moon is always full for us The road is always clear That's not what you want to hear That's not what you want to hear |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
Yeah, I love you so much.
I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors get pissed when I come home. I make em nervous. Yeah, I make em nervous. Crack a window, crack a broken bone. Crack your knuckles when you're at home. Lick an ice cream cone. Crack a bone. All you had to do was ask. Who is it that wears the mask? When you give me the task. Leave me broke and shirtless. Check your lips at the door woman. Shake your hips like battleships. Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service. Sing. Sing. Sing. I only got one face da da da da. I tried too long to erase. You know if I left. da da da da. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left, you'd never see me again. You'd never see me again. I wouldn't leave a trace. You'd never see me again. |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother
A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave I never said we was equal I never wished to be saved If I’m a problem then preach on ? Let’s dig a little grave I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to anekatips my little grave Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother Starve off the land for worse or better Get right down to the bottom If one goes I’ll do the other Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
To be afraid is a luxury
So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline To be soft is too easy, huh Don't get soft on me I don't want a sweetheart, sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline To be afraid is a luxury So cool your engines for me I don't want a sweetheart I want a machine I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline What you whispered should be screamed Screamed at the top of your lungs Any sense you had in the morning Is gone when the day is done I love you the most, I do When you're so close to me I can smell the gasoline |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
knock on the door
and the door knocks back the joke never go no further than that fire goes back inside the match back down the stack and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust when we were young a different kind of fun playing in the mud it meant something else now we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must we muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust you're easy to fool and easy to catch and i don't know if i want you to match my bets and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? hustle and cuss muscle and fuss muscle and fuss and lick on the dust |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I can't hear you
You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I'm gonna teach you And keep you for myself Gonna take you by the hand And walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I can't say so Naive, be so naive You're stashing money There're rubies up your sleeve I'm gonna teach you You're never gonna leave I'm gonna take you by the hand Gonna walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I can't hear you You're talking to yourself And what you're used to It don't work on no one else I wanna teach you Keep you for myself Gonna take you by the hand I'm gonna walk you to my house So I can hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you I wanna hear you |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I'm mad, ha ha
I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha Twenty days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha A hundred ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along the road, ha ha You show them off, ha ha Along the floor, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha Twenty days, ha ha Make me mad, ha A hundred ways I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha A hundred ways, ha ha You're in my mind When you're in the room In my heart I'm mad on you You're in my mind When you're in the room I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I run so far away from you
Don't matter where I've been Run around the world from you And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for prettier things I tried to kill the memory ?? You must get a psychic sting ? And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for nicer things I run so far away from you It don't matter where I've been I run around the world from you And here you are again You're a real jawbreaker A real crook, obscene I'd call you a heartbreaker But I reserve that for nicer things |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I'm the invisible man
I'm like a broke down engine No skin on my bones at all No skin on my bones at all I got nothing, you can't hit me Yeah, you're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman You're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see, yeah, nothing You can't hit me I'm like a broke down engine I'm the invisible man, I got No skin on my bones at all Yeah, you look like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about There ain't nothing to see There ain't nothing to see You can't hit me, you can't hit me I'm the invisible man I'm like a newspaper You can't read me You think you know what you're talking about What you're talking about Yeah, you're looking at me There ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman Yeah, you act like you know, like, like you know Like you know, like you know, like you know, like you know Like you know, like you know Like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about Like you know Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like, like you, like Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like you know |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I ain't got no horse
I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going back I have no home to take you I never dream like that Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell I don't want you to like me There's no way that you can I don't want you to touch me, honey I am just so mad There ain't no kind of feeling All my ... are ... out (?) I'm just living and breathing For what I steal for (from?) myself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
Old Mary full of grease
Your heart stops within you Scary are the fruits of your tomb And harsh are the terms of your sentence. Old Mary Sister of mine Mother to the world Carry this burden now Until the moment of your last breath. Now till the moment of your last breath. I lost my place. |
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from The Dead Weather - Sea Of Cowards (2010)
I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here or there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well |
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from The Dead Weather - Die By The Drop [single] (2010)
Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother
A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave I never said we was equal I never wished to be saved If I’m a problem then preach on ? Let’s dig a little grave I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to anekatips my little grave Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother Starve off the land for worse or better Get right down to the bottom If one goes I’ll do the other Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave |
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from The Dead Weather - I Cut Like A Buffalo [single] (2009)
[Repeat x2]
I build a house For your bones I build a house I build a home [Repeat x2] I wrote a song Go on and listen That's all you'll hear When I go missing I always get, I always get, The things I want I make a nest For your hair I lay you down I lay you there I build a ship I sink or sail Every tooth And every nail I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want [Repeat x2] I put your heart In a vault That's how I get The things I want [Repeat x2] I lay a road For your mind So your mind can Go, go, go, go I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I build a house I build a home I build a house For your bones I build a house For your bones I build a house I build a home |
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from The Dead Weather - I Cut Like A Buffalo [single] (2009)
I never knew how to treat you
You think I love you but it ain't the truth I'm walking away now, one step forward, back two I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I don't know how to let you go or if I should keep you I don't know how to let you know, hey! I really didn't have a reason I like to grab you by the hair and drag you to the devil I never know why I push you, just to, just to confuse you I make my holes just to see now See through, see how to hurt you I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I like to grab you by the hair and sell you off to the devil I never know what mood to be Be mine, be kind but be cruel to me I'm walking away now, one step forward and back three I never know what I'm going to do I think I'm leaving but it ain't true I've got a lot I can could do to you, hey! Nothing you can do to stop it I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair And hang you up from the heavens |
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from The Dead Weather - I Cut Like A Buffalo [single] (2009)
You know I look like a woman, but I
Cut like a buffalo Stand up like a tower But I fall Just like a domino You can hit me if you want to Do whatever makes you happy But don't take it easy on me 'Cause I don't know how to take it You're a prick with a pin woman Wake me up when it's broke But only if it's broken You know I treat you like a joke but you Can't tell when I'm joking You cut a record on my throat But the record's not broken Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Or are you just joking? You know I look like a woman but I Cut like a buffalo Wake me up when it's broke Just like a woman You cut a record on my throat then you Break me wide open You're a pick with a pin woman Push it into my skin girl I'm a prick when I sin and I Know I can't win You know I look like a woman and I Cut like a buffalo |
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from The Dead Weather - I Cut Like A Buffalo [Digital Audio Bundle] [single] (2009) | |||||
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from The Dead Weather - I Cut Like A Buffalo [Digital Audio Bundle] [single] (2009)
You know I look like a woman, but I
Cut like a buffalo Stand up like a tower But I fall Just like a domino You can hit me if you want to Do whatever makes you happy But don't take it easy on me 'Cause I don't know how to take it You're a prick with a pin woman Wake me up when it's broke But only if it's broken You know I treat you like a joke but you Can't tell when I'm joking You cut a record on my throat But the record's not broken Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Or are you just joking? You know I look like a woman but I Cut like a buffalo Wake me up when it's broke Just like a woman You cut a record on my throat then you Break me wide open You're a pick with a pin woman Push it into my skin girl I'm a prick when I sin and I Know I can't win You know I look like a woman and I Cut like a buffalo |
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from The Dead Weather - Hang You From The Heavens (2009)
It's cold outside
And the paint's peeling off of my walls There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette Now the light fades out And I wonder what I'm doing In a room like this There's a knock on the door And just for a second I thought I remembered you So now I'm alone Now I can think for myself About little deals And S.U's And things I just don't understand A white lie that night Or a sly touch at times I don't think it meant anything to you So I open the door It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway 'Please sit down' A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed You know I hate to ask But are 'friends' electric? Only mine's broke down And now I've no-one to love So I found out your reasons For the phone calls and smiles And it hurts And I'm lonely And I should never have tried And I missed you tonight It must be time to leave You see it means everything to me |
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from The Dead Weather - Hang You From The Heavens (2009)
I never knew how to treat you
You think I love you but it ain't the truth I'm walking away now, one step forward, back two I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I don't know how to let you go or if I should keep you I don't know how to let you know, hey! I really didn't have a reason I like to grab you by the hair and drag you to the devil I never know why I push you, just to, just to confuse you I make my holes just to see now See through, see how to hurt you I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I like to grab you by the hair and sell you off to the devil I never know what mood to be Be mine, be kind but be cruel to me I'm walking away now, one step forward and back three I never know what I'm going to do I think I'm leaving but it ain't true I've got a lot I can could do to you, hey! Nothing you can do to stop it I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair And hang you up from the heavens |
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from The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother (Digital Audio Bundle) (2009)
Don't act like you can't act
I know what you think you're doing You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother Don't act like you can't act Stand up like a man You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother You came up to late You came up to late now You came up to late To do a thing Come on look me in the eye You wanna try to tell a lie? I bet you can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother Look me in the eye now! You wanna try to tell a lie? You can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother You came up to late You came up to late now You came up to late Play dumb Play dead Play straight Who's got it figured out? Play dumb Play dead Play straight Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try to manipulate Yeah! M-a-n-i-p-u-latex4 Am I to Am I late? Am Ix4 Am I too late? Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Got it figured out Who's got it figured out? Play straight Stand up like a man You better learn to shake hands You better look me in the eye now Treat me like your mother Come on look me in the eye You wanna try to tell a lie? You can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother Play dumb Play dead Try to manipulate You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Got it figured out? Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try and manipulate Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try to manipulate You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie Who's got it figured out? Play straight |
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from The Dead Weather - Treat Me Like Your Mother (Digital Audio Bundle) (2009)
One more coffee
One more cigarette One more morning trying to forget If I had the chance I wouldn't like to bet Your game is something yet It's a shame Ain't natural for you Baby, It's a sin You know you just can't win When you are in You used to ride on buses Take a tube to Camden town Now you go by aeroplane Don't let nothing bring you down It's a shame Ain't natural for you Baby, it's a sin Don't you know you just can't win When you are in Now the road is dark and lonely But you got a pearl light mode You're up in Park Lane now And i'm somewhere around In Tottenham Court road It's a shame Ain't natural for you Baby, it's a sin No, you just can't win No, you just can't win When you are in |
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from The Dead Weather - Hang You From The Heavens [single] (2009)
I never knew how to treat you
You think I love you but it ain't the truth I'm walking away now, one step forward, back two I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I don't know how to let you go or if I should keep you I don't know how to let you know, hey! I really didn't have a reason I like to grab you by the hair and drag you to the devil I never know why I push you, just to, just to confuse you I make my holes just to see now See through, see how to hurt you I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I like to grab you by the hair and sell you off to the devil I never know what mood to be Be mine, be kind but be cruel to me I'm walking away now, one step forward and back three I never know what I'm going to do I think I'm leaving but it ain't true I've got a lot I can could do to you, hey! Nothing you can do to stop it I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair And hang you up from the heavens |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009) | |||||
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
You're so cruel and shameless, but I can't leave you be. You're so cold and dangerous Can't leave you be. You've got the kind of lovin' I need constantly. Hooked up to my motor all day long. We got down to Texas,up to Montreal. Two eyes none the wiser in the deep. Oh and the water gets hotter, both hands in the deep. You got my attention, oh you got it all! I could take the trouble, Cause I'm 60 feet tall! I know it ain't easy. I must track you people well. Boy, you come growing like a bat out of hell. You drive me so reckless, you'll kill us both! I could take the trouble! I take you ALL! I could take the trouble, Cause I'm 60 feet tall! You're so cruel and shameless, but I can not leave you be. So cold and dangerous, but I can't leave you be. You've got the kind of lovin' I need constantly. I could take the trouble! Cause I'm 60 feet tall! |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
[Repeat x2]
I build a house For your bones I build a house I build a home [Repeat x2] I wrote a song Go on and listen That's all you'll hear When I go missing I always get, I always get, The things I want I make a nest For your hair I lay you down I lay you there I build a ship I sink or sail Every tooth And every nail I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want I always get, the things I want [Repeat x2] I put your heart In a vault That's how I get The things I want [Repeat x2] I lay a road For your mind So your mind can Go, go, go, go I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I always get the things I want I build a house I build a home I build a house For your bones I build a house For your bones I build a house I build a home |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
I never knew how to treat you
You think I love you but it ain't the truth I'm walking away now, one step forward, back two I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I don't know how to let you go or if I should keep you I don't know how to let you know, hey! I really didn't have a reason I like to grab you by the hair and drag you to the devil I never know why I push you, just to, just to confuse you I make my holes just to see now See through, see how to hurt you I like to grab you by the hair and hang you up from the heavens I like to grab you by the hair and sell you off to the devil I never know what mood to be Be mine, be kind but be cruel to me I'm walking away now, one step forward and back three I never know what I'm going to do I think I'm leaving but it ain't true I've got a lot I can could do to you, hey! Nothing you can do to stop it I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair I want to grab you by the hair And hang you up from the heavens |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
You know I look like a woman, but I
Cut like a buffalo Stand up like a tower But I fall Just like a domino You can hit me if you want to Do whatever makes you happy But don't take it easy on me 'Cause I don't know how to take it You're a prick with a pin woman Wake me up when it's broke But only if it's broken You know I treat you like a joke but you Can't tell when I'm joking You cut a record on my throat But the record's not broken Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Is that you choking? Or are you just joking? You know I look like a woman but I Cut like a buffalo Wake me up when it's broke Just like a woman You cut a record on my throat then you Break me wide open You're a pick with a pin woman Push it into my skin girl I'm a prick when I sin and I Know I can't win You know I look like a woman and I Cut like a buffalo |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
I had a pony, her name was Lucifer
How much longer? How much longer? I had a pony, her name was Lucifer How much, how much, how much longer? She broke her leg and needed shooting I swear it hurt me more than it hurt her Sometimes I wonder what's going on with Miss X How much longer? How much longer? Sometimes I wonder what's going on with Miss X How much, how much, how much longer? She's got such a sweet disposition I never know what the girl's gonna do to me next How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? (Everybody say you're usin' voodoo) How much, how much? (Your feet walk by themselves) How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? (Everybody say you're usin' voodoo) How much, how much? (I seen your feet walk by themselves) How much, how much, how much longer? Oh baby, that God you are prayin' to Is gonna give you back what you wishin' to someone else Come over here pony, I wanna climb up one time on you Come over here pony, I wanna climb up one time on you Come over here pony, I wanna climb up one time on you Oh, you're so nasty and you're so bad, I say I love you and I do How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? How much, how much? |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
I'm looking for a place to go
Where the sun goes down And stays down I'm looking for a place to go Where I can lay low Die slow My baby, she's uptight Her face frozen in daylight My darlin' she's a drifter Nothing out there seems to fit her I'm looking for a no hassle night I've become her and it hurts my mouth I'm looking for a no hassle night I've become her and it hurts my mind I'm looking for a no hassle night My baby, she's a burglar Nothing I know can deter her I'm looking for a place to go Were the sun goes down I can lay low |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
I drank some dirty water
Shook evil hands I've done some bad things And they get easier to do Then I wrote a nasty letter And I sent it to the Lord I said don't you dare come And bother me no more I had a good friend I could only destroy And lovers I loved less Than anybody could afford Yes but this old rocking horse Just nods his head And he's gonna rock back and forth The way that he always did Baby don't you bother Tasting the water And baby don't you bother Coming closer to me Can you see my eyes? They're half the size And I'm not able To look at you |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon And the place you were born There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole You're so far from your weapon And you want to go home I try to give you whiskey But it never do work Suddenly, you're beggin me To do so much worse I knew it from the get go The bullet was cursed Ever since I had you Every little thing hurts You wanna get up? Let go? I say no You dream of seeing fire in them hills But you better wipe that smile from your lips Which of us will be the one to go? He who hits the road's the one who lives |
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from The Dead Weather - Horehound (2009)
Don't act like you can't act
I know what you think you're doing You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother Don't act like you can't act Stand up like a man You better learn to shake hands And treat me like your mother You came up to late You came up to late now You came up to late To do a thing Come on look me in the eye You wanna try to tell a lie? I bet you can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother Look me in the eye now! You wanna try to tell a lie? You can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother You came up to late You came up to late now You came up to late Play dumb Play dead Play straight Who's got it figured out? Play dumb Play dead Play straight Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try to manipulate Yeah! M-a-n-i-p-u-latex4 Am I to Am I late? Am Ix4 Am I too late? Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Got it figured out Who's got it figured out? Play straight Stand up like a man You better learn to shake hands You better look me in the eye now Treat me like your mother Come on look me in the eye You wanna try to tell a lie? You can't, you know why? I'm dressed like your mother Play dumb Play dead Try to manipulate You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Got it figured out? Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try and manipulate Who's got it figured out? Left right left right Who's got it figured out? Play straight Try to manipulate You blink when you breathe And you breathe when you lie You blink when you lie Who's got it figured out? Play straight |
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from The Raconteurs - Old Enough [single] (2008)
You look pretty in your fancy dress
But I detect unhappiness You never speak, so I have to guess You're not free Yeah, maybe when you're old enough You'll realize that you're not so tough And some days, the seas get rough You'll see You're too young to have it figured out You think you know what you're talking about You think it all will 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've you gotten by so far Without a head and no visible scar? No one knowing who you really are They can't see What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now? The only way you'll ever learn a thing Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing Oh, nothing Think about this carefully You might not get another chance to speak freely Oh, freely Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough You're not free Yeah, you're not free |
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from The Raconteurs - Old Enough [single] (2008)
How are you going to top yourself
When there is nobody else? How are you gonna do it by yourself? 'Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you, yeah How you gonna top yourself When there is nobody else? How are 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, how you gonna stop yourself when Your man stops ringing your bell? (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? That this ain't no way to be See you been getting it all for free Guess you better get a sugar daddy to help you Such a little girl, like a spinning time mama But she's spinning out of control Takes sleeping with a snake like you to Rip apart my soul Rip apart my soul Rip apart my soul How're you gonna rock yourself to sleep When I give up my midnight creep, girl? How're gonna get that deep When your daddy ain't around here to do it to you? Yeah, how you're 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 Top yourself Top yourself Top yourself |
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from Another Way To Die by Alicia Keys, Jack White [single, ost] (2008)
(feat. Alicia Keys)
I know the player With the slick Trigger finger For Her Majesty Another one With the Golden tone voice And then your fantasy Another bill From a killer Turned a thrill Into a tragedy Chorus A door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can trust is just Another way to die Another tricky little gun Giving solace to the one That will never see The sunshine Another inch of your life Sacrificed For your brother In the nick of time Another dirty money, Heaven sent honey Turning on a dime Chorus A door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can Trust is just Another way to die Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oah! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Another girl With her finger On the world singing? Another gun thrown down And surrendered Took away your fear Hey! Another man That stands right Behind you Looking in the mirror Chorus Oh, a door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Oh, Someone that you think That you can trust Is just another way to die |
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from Another Way To Die by Alicia Keys, Jack White [single, ost] (2008) | |||||
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from Another Way To Die by Alicia Keys [ost] (2008)
Another ringer with the slick trigger finger For Her Majesty Another one with the golden tongue Poisoning your fantasy Another bill from a killer Turned a thriller to a tragedy CHORUS A door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Oh, someone that you think that you can trust Is just Another way to die Another tricky little gun Giving solace to the one That will never see the sunshine Another inch of your life sacrificed for your brother, In the nick of time Another dirty money “heaven sent honey”, Turning on a dime CHORUS Well, a door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think that you can trust Is just Another way to die (it's just another) Hey! Another way to die! (Another way to die…) Shoot ‘em, bang bang! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh… Another girl with her finger On the world singing too Don’t you wanna hear? Another gun thrown down and surrendered Took away your fear Hey! Another man that stands right behind you Looking in the mirror CHORUS Oh, a door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think that you can trust Is just Another way to die It’s another way! Shoot ’em up, bang bang! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! (Another way, another way…) Yeah! (Another way, another way…) Bang bang bang bang!
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 anybody 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 I 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 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? Now that you have my attention Got some kind of vice-like grip on me Got a lock Got a key |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 their 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 Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up and had to struggle to stand He saw that rednecked 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 to get 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 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 'til 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 milkman'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 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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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 Light bulbs are getting dim My interest is starting to wane I'm told it's everything a man could want And I shouldn't complain Conversation's getting dull There's a constant buzzing in my ears Sense of humor's void and null 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 that's helpless You're gonna find, find yourself alone If you're looking for cut-throat Singing a bum 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 wink for real My tongue is tied Light bulbs are getting dim My interest is starting to wane I'm told it's everything a man could want And I shouldn't complain Conversation's getting dull There's a constant ringing in my ears Sense of humor's void and null And I'm bored to tears I'm bored to tears, yeah I'm bored to tears, yeah |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
It's a decision that was made between you and me
Another vision 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 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 If we keep it alive I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home Oh, 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 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 If we keep it alive I'll ignore all the signs and keep driving home Oh, yeah Alright |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
Hold up
Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up 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 Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up Hold up 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 |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
Go ahead
Go ahead, smash it on the floor Take whatever is left And take it with you out the door See if I cry See if I shed a single sorry tear Can't say that it's been that great No, in fact it's been a wasted worried 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, 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 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 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 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 Yes, 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 There's so many shades of black Yeah, there's many shades of black There's so many shades of black And there's many shades of black There's so many shades of black Go ahead |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
You look pretty in your fancy dress
But I detect unhappiness You never speak, so I have to guess You're not free Yeah, maybe when you're old enough You'll realize that you're not so tough And some days, the seas get rough You'll see You're too young to have it figured out You think you know what you're talking about You think it all will 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've you gotten by so far Without a head and no visible scar? No one knowing who you really are They can't see What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now? The only way you'll ever learn a thing Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing Oh, nothing Think about this carefully You might not get another chance to speak freely Oh, freely Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough You're not free Yeah, you're not free |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 It's hard sticking to your guns Everyone'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 |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
I seem to think I think I got a little situation
So listen to me, sister, listen, maybe you can help I think I give a lot of problems 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 any focus on 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 well beyond my best intentions Ignoring any kinda prize 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 give what I get just to spite you And I got what I got all despite you And I give what I get just to spite you And I got what I got all despite you And I give what I get just to spite you I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions Ignoring any kinda prize 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 |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
In the heat of the desert sun
On the blistering trail An appaloosa and A wanted man sprung from jail Slow in motion and shadowless 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 poor 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 theirs is the power and this is their kingdom As sure as the sun does burn So enter this path but heed these four words You shall never return Any poor 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 theirs is the power and this is their kingdom As sure as the sun does burn So enter this path but heed these four words You shall never return |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 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 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 (If I don't, then these stones will shout) So if I were to just lay in silence (If I don't, then these stones will shout) And see if you would take control (If I don't, then these stones will shout) The stones below me would make me combat them (If I don't, then these stones will shout) And they would wrestle me, pester me, mess with me (If I don't, then these stones will shout) 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 |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
How are you going to top yourself
When there is nobody else? How are you gonna do it by yourself? 'Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you, yeah How you gonna top yourself When there is nobody else? How are 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, how you gonna stop yourself when Your man stops ringing your bell? (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? That this ain't no way to be See you been getting it all for free Guess you better get a sugar daddy to help you Such a little girl, like a spinning time mama But she's spinning out of control Takes sleeping with a snake like you to Rip apart my soul Rip apart my soul Rip apart my soul How're you gonna rock yourself to sleep When I give up my midnight creep, girl? How're gonna get that deep When your daddy ain't around here to do it to you? Yeah, how you're 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 Top yourself Top yourself Top yourself |
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from The Raconteurs - Consolers Of The Lonely (2008)
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 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 reason 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 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 |
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from Alicia Keys 3집 - As I Am (2007)
I know the player
With the slick Trigger finger For Her Majesty Another one With the Golden tone voice And then your fantasy Another bill From a killer Turned a thrill Into a tragedy A door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can trust Is just Another way to die Another tricky Little gun Giving solace To the one That will never see The sunshine Another inch Of your life Sacrificed For your brother In the nick of time Another dirty money Heaven sent honey Turning on a dime A door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Someone that you think That you can trust is just Another way to die Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh-oah Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Another girl With her finger On the world singing? Another gun Thrown down And surrendered Took away your fear Hey Another man That stands right Behind you Looking in the mirror Oh, a door left open A woman walking by A drop in the water A look in the eye A phone on the table A man on your side Oh Someone that you think That you can trust Is just Another way to die |
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from The White Stripes - Icky Thump (2007)
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 that 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 three hundred mile per hour outpour blues Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night Everytime 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 three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, 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 |
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from The White Stripes - Icky Thump (2007)
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-love fake competence was getting weak For a sec' I thought I sounded sweet but sure 'nough 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 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 a 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 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 co I hope you appreciate what I do On my 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 |
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from The White Stripes - Icky Thump (2007)
Hey
Look closer and you see i will be running it i got a hundred dollar bill in the cockpit suprised me in the line is a blackhole i got another job at the liquor store damn oh well i'm broke boke they got a white pony in the stable and ride him when the doggie isn't able he doesn't really care because they pay him but still a black suit is gonna shake him down oh well im bone broke yeh as broke as i'll ever be looking at the way girl i'm telling ya god gave 7 minutes right too ya and your mother put her money into platinum and now you never have to pay attention do ya? yeh im nailing on a brick with my nails im sending loads of moneys in the mail keep shouting in my box yeh for saying and the the brick breakers gonna break it down oh well i'm bone broke looking at the way girl i'm telling ya god gave 7 minutes right too ya your mother put her money into platinum so that you wouldn't have to pay attention |
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from The White Stripes - Icky Thump (2007)
(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) |