De Stijl Album

Artist(s): The White Stripes

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Tracklist

You’re Pretty Good Looking (for a Girl)

length: 1:50
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White

Oh yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
but your back is so broken
and this feeling's still gonna linger on
until the year 2525 now

yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
your eyes are wide open
and your thoughts have been stolen by the boys
who took you out and bought you everything you
want now

yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
you're pretty good looking
yes you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl

lots of people in this world
but I want to be your boy
to me that thought is sounding so absurd
and I don't wanna be your toy
cause you're pretty good looking for a girl
my future's wide open
but this feeling's still gonna linger on
until I know everything I need to know now

yeah you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
you're pretty good looking
yes you're pretty good looking
oh yeah
for a girl

Hello Operator

length: 2:37
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
harmonica: John Szymanski
drums (drum set): Meg White
guitar: Jack White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
Hello operator
can you give me number nine?
can i see you later?
will you give me back my dime?
turn the oscillator
twist it with a dollar bill
mail man bring the paper
leave it on my window sill

Find a canary
a bird to bring my message home
carry my obituary
my coffin doesnt have a phone
how you gonna get the money?
send papers to an empty home?
how you gonna get the money?
nobody to answer the phone

Little Bird

length: 3:07
producer: Jack White
membranophone: Meg White
lead vocals: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
I got a little bird
i'm gonna take her home
put her in a cage
and disconnect the phone

if you give me a look
i'm gonna get the book
i'm gonna preach the word
i wanna preach to birds
as i walk the floor
yeah this i know

when i get you home
this is how it goes
i got nothing to lose
i'll never let you go

Apple Blossom

length: 2:14
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
guitar & piano: Jack White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you

come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you

lots of girls walk around in tears
but that's not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to

come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think i'll marry you

I’m Bound to Pack It Up

length: 3:10
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jack White and Jim Diamond
recording engineer: Jack White
violin: Paul Henry Ossy
guitar & double bass: Jack White
shakers & tom-tom: Meg White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
I've thought about it for a while
and I've thought about the many miles
but I think it's time that I've gone away
the feelings that you have for me
have gone away it's plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away

I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away

I've found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that I'm gonna stay
there are so many things you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but it's hard to think of just what to say

I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away

I'm sorry to leave you all alone
you're sitting silent by the phone
but we'd always known there would come a day
the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride in it
I guess I'm just another runaway

I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away

Death Letter

length: 4:30
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Son House
lyricist: Son House
I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?
It said the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
What do you reckon it read?

Said "Hurry, Hurry because the gal you love is dead"
Well I packed up my suitcase
I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board
I packed up my suitcase
And I took off down the road
When I got there she was layin' on the cooling board

It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burial ground
I didn't know I loved her 'till they began to let her down
Looked like ten thousand people standing on the burial ground
I didn't know that I loved her 'till they began to let her down

You know it's so hard to love
Someone that don't love you
Won't get satisfaction
Don't care what you do
So hard to love
Someone that don't love you

Don't look like satisfaction
Don't care what you do

Well I got up this morning
The break of day
Just hugging the pillows
She used to lay

Got up this morning
The break of day
Just hugging the pillows
Where my baby used to lay

Sister, Do You Know My Name?

length: 2:52
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White

Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone

And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me

i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before

But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me

Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know

I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here
next to me


Truth Doesn’t Make a Noise

length: 3:15
producer: Jack White
membranophone: Meg White
piano: Jack White
lead vocals: Jack White
mixer: Jack White and Jim Diamond
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
My baby's got a heart of stone
can't you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone

The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know

I can't explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place

You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise

A Boy’s Best Friend

length: 4:23
producer: Jack White
lead vocals: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
tambourine: Meg White
drums (drum set): Meg White
piano & guitar: Jack White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White
I just don't feel it in this place
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mind's already out of here

Won't you come along, dear?
Won't you come along?

Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear

Empty rooms and a telephone
That I will never use
Never fear

I am all alone, dear
I am all alone

My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My only friends speak no words to me
But they look at me and they don't forget
That a boy's best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet

Let’s Build a Home

length: 1:59
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
lyricist: Jack White
composer: Jack White
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home

c'mon
alright
c'mon

i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone

c'mon
alright
c'mon

aw
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home

c'mon
alright
c'mon

Jumble, Jumble

length: 1:54
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
drums (drum set): Meg White
lyricist: Jack White
composer: Jack White
Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can't even see ya
look like a mouse

Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground

tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I'm at the door

Why can't you be nicer to me?
somebody's screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything's so funny
i don't have any money
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me

why can't you be nicer to me?

my pride is dying
i think i'm all done lying
nobody's sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody's talking

why can't you be nicer to me?

well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying

why can't you be nicer to me?

Why Can’t You Be Nicer to Me?

length: 3:23
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
mixer: Jack White and Jim Diamond
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
electric violin: Paul Henry Ossy
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Jack White
lyricist: Jack White

Somebody's screaming
looking at the ceiling oh oh oh
everything's so funny
I don't have any money oh oh oh
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me oh oh oh

Why can't you be nicer to me?

My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying oh oh oh
nobody's sharing
so I stop caring oh oh oh
all alone and walking
nobody's talking oh oh oh

Why can't you be nicer to me?

Well the wind is blowing
where am I going oh oh oh
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling oh oh oh
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying oh oh oh

Why can't you be nicer to me?


Your Southern Can Is Mine

length: 2:30
producer: Jack White
lead vocals: Jack White
mixer: Jim Diamond and Jack White
recording engineer: Jack White
guitar: Jack White
lyricist: Blind Willie McTell
composer: Blind Willie McTell
Your Southern Can is Mine

lookie here momma let me explain ya this
If ya wanna get crooked i'll even give ya my fist
Ya might read from revelation back to genesis
Ya keep forgetten your southern can belongs to me

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the mornin
Your southern can belongs to me

Ya might go uptown have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshots got money gonna pull my bail
Soon as i get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth a dollar a half a pound

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, talkin about it
Your southern can belongs to me

Ya might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand ya can't rule me and be my boss
Take it from the east and hide in the west
But when i get ya momma your can'll see no rest

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin
Your southern can belongs to me

Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When i hit ya momma then ya feel my hand
Give ya punch through that barbed wire fence
When i hit ya baby, ya know i make no sence

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me

Now look here woman, don't get hot
I'm gettin me a brick outta my backyard

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm takin about it
Your southern can belongs to me

Well if i catch you momma down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i know it
Your southern can belongs to me

You maybe get bed sick, 'cause you're graveyard bound
I'm gonna make you moan like a graveyard hound

So there ain't no use in bringin no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, i'm screamin
Your southern can belongs to me