300 MPH Torrential Outpour Blues

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The White Stripes

The White Stripes was an American rock duo, formed in 1997 in Detroit, Michigan. The group consisted of drummer Meg White (drums and occasional vocals) and songwriter Jack White (vocals, guitar, and keyboards). Meg and Jack White were previously married to each other, but are now divorced. After releasing several singles and three albums within the Detroit music scene, the White Stripes rose to prominence in 2002, as part of the garage rock revival scene. Their successful and critically acclaimed albums White Blood Cells and Elephant drew them attention from a large variety of media outlets in the United States and the United Kingdom, with the single "Seven Nation Army" and its now-iconic guitar riff becoming a huge hit. The band recorded a further two albums… more »

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2010

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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 which 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
Every time 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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