WHITE STRIPES – AIR BETWEEN MY FINGERS

Life is so boring
It’s really got me snoring
I’m wearing out the flooring in a cheap hotel
And I don’t have to worry
I might be sinning
But I’m never gonna have to hear the ring of the school bell.

(Doo-wee, do do do do do do do do do do)

Well don’t you remember, you told me in December
That a boy is not a man until he makes a stand
Well I’m not a genius but maybe you’ll remember this
I never said Read more…

WHITE STRIPES – ASTRO-JACK THE RIPPER

Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro
Maybe Jasper does the astro, astro

(Yeah)

Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro
Maybe Lily does the astro, astro

Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro
Maybe Jackson does the astro, astro

Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Edison is AC/DC

I’m walking down the street, late at night.
Jack the ripper…Jack the ripper.

Fools little gold and suffer a little here.
Jack the ripper…Jack the ripper.

Hey…peck and lonely
I said Read more…

WHITE STRIPES – BROKEN BRICKS

Have you been to the broken bricks girl
Snuck down through the cyclone fence
Past the caution tape
And the security gate
Back way to the breakroom bench

Well there’s a little corner where you first got kissed
And felt your boyfriends fist and made the company list
And there’s a little spot where your dad ate lunch
And your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeah

Well have you been to the broken bricks girl
Seen the barrels that they left behind
Seen the machine that cut Read more…

WHITE STRIPES – BROKEN BRICKS

Have you been to the broken bricks girl
Snuck down through the cyclone fence
Past the caution tape
And the security gate
Back way to the breakroom bench

Well there’s a little corner where you first got kissed
And felt your boyfriends fist and made the company list
And there’s a little spot where your dad ate lunch
And your brother landed his first punch yeah,yeah,yeah

Well have you been to the broken bricks girl
Seen the barrels that they left behind
Seen the machine that cut Read more…

WHITE STRIPES – LAFAYETTE BLUES

Mar-an-tette, Leverette
Lannette, Lafayette, Livernois
Labrosse, Louis, Mettetal
Rochelle, Marseilles
Riopelle, Manistique, Armour

Mercier, Lemay
Tournier, Saliotte et Leroy
Montlieu, Cadieux
Neveaux, Avenue en Detroit
Well, I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready, ready, ready to
Rock and roll

Lamphere, Belle Terre
Marseilles, Mettetal, et
Rouge, Le Blanc

WHITE STRIPES – SLICKER DRIPS

You’re lookin’ at me
Nowhere to go
What they’re sayin’
I just don’t know
A floor below me
Ceiling above
And I’m in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
Nobody to love
Yeah
Well lookin’ at me
Nowhere to go
Know what they’re sayin’
I just don’t know
A floor below me
A ceiling up above
And I’m in the middle
With nobody to love
Nobody to love
Yeah, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

WHITE STRIPES – LOOK ME OVER CLOSELY

well look me over closely
tell me what you see
the lady likes to look her best
before she pours the tea
you see a diamond-studded gown
that makes the evening sun go down
oh look me over closely
tell me what you find
but don’t be over anxious
because I’m not the marryin’ kind
I’m a port in a storm
you will harbor where it’s warm
in my arms you will hide
from the great big world outside
oh but oh when you come and see me
don’t try to Read more…

WHITE STRIPES – BOWEEVIL

You may talk about the ladies

The ladies of your own

These boweevils they’ll rub you up at home

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all looking for a home

The first time I seen a bo weevil

He was sitting on the stair

The next time I seen a boweevil

He had his own family there

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all looking for a home

They’re all Read more…

JACK SAVORETTI – DR. FRANKENSTEIN

Dr. Frankenstein
With all the things you’ve brought to life
Tell me
Are you satisfied
Are you happy now

Dr. Frankenstein
There’s innocence in every crime
Some in yours and some in mine but it shouldn’t be allowed

‘Cause it’s not where you go when you die
It’s how you live when you’re alive
Who you touch and how you feel it

And it’s not about the time that you have
It’s how you cry and how you laugh
Who you love and how you mean it
And do you Read more…