The White Stripes Album

Artist(s): The White Stripes

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Tracklist

Jimmy the Exploder

length: 2:30
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes

Now Jimmy
Well, do you want an explosion now?

Yeah Jimmy
Do you want to explode now?

Yeah monkey
Now you seeing red now
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now

Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Green apples
On the tree and growing now
Green apples
Are gonna be exploding now

Yeah monkey
Are you seeing red now?
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now

Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

Stop Breaking Down

length: 2:21
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
arranger: The White Stripes
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Robert Johnson
lyricist: Robert Johnson
Everytime I'm walkin', down the streets,
some pretty mama she starts breakin' down
Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind.

Now, you Saturday night women's, you love to ape and clown,
you won't do nothin' but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
it'll make you lose your mind

Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down
Stuff I got'll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind

The Big Three Killed My Baby

length: 2:30
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: Meg White, Jack White
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again

Their ideas made me want to spit
a hundred dollars goes down the pit
30,000 wheels are rollin'
and my stick shift hands are swollen
everything involved is shady
the big three killed my baby

The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again

Why dont you take the day off and try to repair
a billion others dont seem to care
better ideas are stuck in the mud
the motors runnin' on tuckers blood
dont let them tell you the future's electric
cause gasolines not measured in metric
30,000 wheels are spinnin'
and oil company faces are grinnin'
now my hands are turnin' red
and i found out my baby is dead

The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again

Well i've said it now, nothings changed
people are burnin for pocket change
and creative minds are lazy
and the big three killed my baby

And my baby's my common sense
so dont feed me planned obsolescence
yeah my baby's my common sense
so dont feed my planned obsolescence
im about to have another blowout
im about to have another blowout

Suzy Lee

length: 3:22
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
slide guitar: Johnny Walker
writer: The White Stripes
There's a story
I would like to tell
My problem is
It's one you know too well
It's one you know too well

Me Suzy Lee
The one i'm speaking of
The question is
Is she the one i love ?
Is she the one i love ?

(all right)
Is she the one i love ?

She'll send me flowers
With her tears bored inside
And you know what i'd do
I would run and hide
I would run and hide

And the paper
On it was my name
With the question
Do you feel the same ?
Do you feel the same ?

To end this tale
The one i'm speaking of
I wish i have an answer (but i don't know)
Is this really love ?
Is this really love ?

Is this really love ?

Sugar Never Tasted So Good

length: 2:55
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: Meg White, Jack White
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted so good
Sugar never tasted good to me
Yeah

Until her eyes crossed over
Until her mind crossed over
Until her soul fell next to me

Now
If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a steam
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings

Yeah

What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun

What a feeling that's begun
What a feeling that's begun

I felt just like a baby
Until I held a baby
What a mood this boy can be

Yeah

And her thougths like a daisy
How my mind gets lazy
I must've been crazy not to see

Alright

If the wrinkle that is in your brain
Has given you quite a steam
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Your fingers have become a crane
Pulling on these puppet strings

Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted so good
Water never tasted good to me

Wasting My Time

length: 2:14
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes
And if I'm wasting my time
Then nothing could be better
Than hangin' on the line
And waiting for a honest word forever

And if you're saying goodbye
Please don't you think me better
For recalling every rhyme
From the book the page
The line the word the letter

Well the windows turning blue
And the waters ever flowing
And I hope I'm not a fool
For laughing at myself
As you were going

Cannon

length: 2:31
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: Meg White, Jack White
outside
my door
unlocked
i'm lookin'
at this sound
That chime out of nowhere
yeah, nowhere
whoo
wheels turnin'
scratchin'
and burnin'
yeah
i fought guns
tanks
cannon
cannon
yeah
tell me who's that writin'
john the revelator
tell me who's that writin'
john the revelator
tell me who's that writin'
john the revelator
wrote the book on the seven seals
christ went down on easter mornin'
mary mother went down to see it
gotta tell my disciples to meet me in galilee
who's writin'
john the revelator
tell me who's that writin'
john the revelator
tell me who's that writin'
john the revelator
wrote the book on the seven seals
hey
whoo
lord above
i command
i've been evil
evil
yeah
evil

Astro

length: 2:43
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: Meg White, Jack White
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

(woah .... eh...)


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

Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro
Maybe Momma does the astro, astro

Maybe Tesla does the astro
Maybe Edison is AC/DC

Broken Bricks

length: 1:52
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
lyricist: Jack White, Stephen Gillis
composer: The White Stripes
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 aluminium clean
And got tape from the caution sign

And broke into the window panes
Just a rusty colored rain that drives a man insane
You try to jump over water but you land in oil
Climb the ladder up a broken crane yeah,yeah,yeah

Don't go to the broken bricks girl
It's not a place that you want to be
Think of the spot your father spent his life
Demolition calls it Building C
Demolition calls it Building C now
Demolition calls it Building C now

When I Hear My Name

length: 1:55
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes
when i hear my name i want to disappear
when i hear my name i want to disappear
oh oh oh oh
when i see my face i want to disappear
when i see my face i want to disappear
oh oh oh oh

Do

length: 3:05
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes

well somebody walked up to me
but i didn't know what to do
and then somebody said hello to me
but i didn't know what to do
because i think that my words could get
twisted so i bend my back over take a
gulp be funny cause i know there's nothing i can do

then my mother tried to pick me up
when i was sittin' down on the ground
something forced my little eyes come open
but i couldn't make out the sound
it doesn't matter cause my eyes are lying
and they don't have emotion
don't wanna be social, can't take it when they hate me
but i know there's nothing i can do

when my thoughts start to feel like mine
they're taken from me it seems to happen
all the time (every time)
and the feelings that are fine for you
there's somebody there
who doesn't think they are true
so think of something new
there's nothing left to do

and then my idols walk next to me
i look up at them they fade away
it's a destruction of a mystery
the more i listen to what they say
so does that mean that there's no more doin'
and there's no more thinkin'
and there's no more feeling
cause there's no right opinion
so can you tell me what i'm supposed to do

Screwdriver

length: 3:15
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: Meg White, Jack White
composer: Meg White, Jack White
Tuesday morning now
I gotta have somewhere to go
I call up tommy now
I call him on the telephone
Won't you wake up and come with me now
I'm going to the pawn and loan
Walking down thirty three
Walking on thirty o

Well what am i supposed to think
I drop a nickel in the sink
I love people like a brother now
But i'm not gonna be their mother now
What if someone walked up to me
And like an apple cut right through me
I'm not the one who's sinnin

Screwdriver
Now that you have heard my story now
I've got a little ending to it now
Whenever you go out alone
Take a little dog a bone
Think about your little sister
Then you got to drive it home
With a screwdriver

I got a little feeling goin' now
I got a little feeling goin' now

One More Cup of Coffee

length: 3:14
producer: Jack White
piano: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: Bob Dylan
lyricist: Bob Dylan
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Little People

length: 2:23
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes
There's a little girl who says bing bing bomb
There's a little girl who says bing bing bomb
hello
oh, oh

There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
There's a little boy with a spider in his hand
hello
oh, oh

There's a little girl with the red shoes on
There's a little girl with the red shoes on
hello
oh, oh

There's a little boy with twenty five cents
There's a little boy with twenty five cents
hello
oh, oh

And there's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
There's a little girl with a tiger on her bed
hello
oh, oh

There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
There's a little boy with nothin' on his mind
hello

Slicker Drips

length: 1:31
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
writer: The White Stripes
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.

One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.

Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark

One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

St. James Infirmary Blues

length: 2:25
producer: Jack White
piano: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
arranger: The White Stripes
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
composer: [traditional]
lyricist: [traditional]
arranger: Joe Primrose
Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there;
She's stretched out on a long, white table,
She's so sweet, so cold, so fair.

Let her go, let her go, God bless her,
Wherever she may be,
She will search this wide world over,
But she'll never find another sweet man like me.

Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches,
Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat,
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain,
So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat.

Folks, now that you have heard my story,
Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze;
If anyone should ask you,
Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues.

I Fought Piranhas

length: 3:10
producer: Jack White
vocal: Jack White
engineer: Jim Diamond
guitar: Jack White
co-producer: Jim Diamond
drums (drum set): Meg White
slide guitar: Johnny Walker
writer: Meg White, Jack White
Well i hold the rope
and i hold the sail
and i kept my papers
to keep from land in jail
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold
there was noone with me
i was all alone

Well it's easter morning now
and there's noone around
so i unroll the cement
and walk into the town
there was noone with me
and i was all alone
and i fought piranhas
and i fought the cold

Well you know what it's like
i don't got to tell you
who puts up a fight
walking out of hell now
when you fought piranhas
and you fought the cold
there's nobody with you
and you're all alone