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Current revision as of 02:46, 24 January 2012
Contents |
Releases
- The White Stripes (1999)
- Jolene (Live Under Blackpool Lights) (2004) (live version from Under Blackpool Lights)
Other Appearances
Credits
Performers
- Jack White: electric guitar, lead vocals
- Meg White: drums
Production
- Originally performed by The White Stripes.
- Written by Jack White and Meg White.
- Produced by Jack White.
- Co-produced and engineered by Jim Diamond.
- Recorded in January 1999 at Ghetto Recorders, Cass Corridor, Detroit.
Meaning
Band Quotes
Trivia
- Live guitar: The Airline in standard tuning.
Lyrics
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 to 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 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?
Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do?
