White Moon
From Stripespedia
“When we were recording ‘White Moon’, Meg’s rack of bells fell over; you can hear it in the background on the album. Nothing was working, everything was broken. And then we wrote and recorded ‘Blue Orchid’, and everything fell together. The riff was so simple, so effective, it cemented the album together. It really rescued our mentality at the time, too, because we were about ready to jack it all in." - Jack White
Lyrics
White moon, white moon, breaks open the tomb of a deserted cartoon that I wrote. Creature come, creature, creature, my own double feature, as I'm warming the bleachers at home. Well, my nose keeps on bleeding, 'cause it's Rita I'm needing. I better call out a meeting of the boys, of the boys. My friends are all dying, and death can't be lying. It's the truth, and it don't make a noise. Oh, Rita, oh, Rita, if you lived in Mesita, I would move you with the beat of a drum. And this picture is proof, that although you're aloof, you had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun. Easy come, easy go, be a star of the show. I'm giving up all I know to get more, to get more. Photograph the picture, young grunt pin-up scripture for locker-tagged memories of war. A mirage, this garage, and a photo montage, and a finger massage from the host. Good Lord, good Lord, the one I adore and I cannot afford, is a ghost, is a ghost. Proto-social is the word, and the word is the bird that flew through the herd in the snow, in the snow. Lemonade me, then grade me, then deliver my baby, and if my friends all persuade me, I'll go. Blink, blink at me, Rita. Don't you know I'm a bleeder? And I promised I wouldn't lead her on, but she met me, then led me, and I ate what was fed me, 'til I purged every word in this song.
