300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues
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Releases
- Icky Thump (2007)
- You Don't Know What Love Is (You Just Do as You're Told) (2007)
- Live in Mississippi (2011)
Other Appearances
Credits
Performers
- Jack White: voice, electric guitar, acoustic guitar
- Meg White: drums, maracas
Production
- Originally recorded by the White Stripes.
- Written by Jack White and Meg White.
- Produced by Jack White.
- Mixed by Jack White and Joe Chiccarelli.
- Recorded by Joe Chiccarelli, assisted by Lowell Reynolds.
- Recorded at Blackbird Studio, Nashville, Tennessee.
- Mastered by Vlado Meller at Sony Mastering.
Meaning
Quotes
- Jack White: "That started on an acoustic guitar -- it became an idea to use as many different styles of the blues as I could in one song. It goes from the really screeching, distorted, heavy blues sound, to an almost wimpy Wurlitzer kind of loungey blues sound, to white-boy takes on the blues, to real earthy, country blues."
- J. Freedom du Lac for The Washington Post: "Consider "300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues," a love song that opens as a quiet shuffle, then gently toggles the soft-loud-dynamics switch before a pealing 12-second guitar break erupts violently and without warning just past the two-minute mark before fading out -- an unexpected moment of brilliance."
Trivia
- Live guitar: Rita in open E.
Lyrics
I'm calling out to ghosts that are no longer there. I'm getting hard on myself, sitting in my easy chair. Well, there's three people in the mirror, and I'm wondering which one of them I should choose, but I can't keep from laughing, spitting out these 300MPH outpour blues. I'm breaking my teeth off trying 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 that says, "Come and watch me bleed." And I'm wondering just how I can do that, and still give her everything that she needs. There's three people in my head that have the answer, and one of them's got to be you. But you're holding to it, the answer, singing these 300MPH outpour blues. Put on gloves, a tight 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 say somebody out there's got a problem with almost anything you do. Well, next time they stab you, don't fight back. Just play the victim instead of playing the fool. And the roads are covered with a million tiny molecules of cigarette ashes, and the school floors are covered with pieces of pencil eraser, too. Sooner or later, the ground's gonna be holding all of my ashes, too, and I cannot help but wonder if after I'm gone, will I still have these 300MPH, finger-breaking, no-answers, broken-back, dirty-cancer, 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.
