Oh yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
But your back is so broken
And this feeling's still gonna linger on
Until the year 2525 now
Yeah you're pretty good looking for a girl
Your eyes are wide open
And your thoughts have been stolen by the boys
Who took you out and bought you everything you
Want now
Yeah you're pretty good looking
Oh yeah
You're pretty good looking
Yes you're pretty good looking
Oh yeah
For a girl
Lots of people in this world
But I want to be your boy
To me that thought is sounding so absurd
And I don't want to be your toy
Cause you're pretty good looking for a girl
My future's wide open
But this feeling's still gonna linger on
Until I know everything I need to know now
Yeah you're pretty good looking
Oh yeah
You're pretty good looking
Yes you're pretty good looking
Oh yeah
For a girl
The White Stripes - De Stijl Album Lyrics
The White Stripes - De Stijl Lyrics
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hello Operator
Hello operator
can you give me number nine?
can i see you later?
will you give me back my dime?
turn the oscillator
twist it with a dollar bill
mail man bring the paper
leave it on my window sill
find a canary
a bird to bring my message home
carry my obituary
my coffin doesn't have a phone
how you gonna get the money?
send papers to an empty home?
how you gonna get the money?
nobody to answer the phone
can you give me number nine?
can i see you later?
will you give me back my dime?
turn the oscillator
twist it with a dollar bill
mail man bring the paper
leave it on my window sill
find a canary
a bird to bring my message home
carry my obituary
my coffin doesn't have a phone
how you gonna get the money?
send papers to an empty home?
how you gonna get the money?
nobody to answer the phone
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Little Bird
I got a little bird
i'm gonna take her home
put her in a cage
and disconnect the phone
if you give me a look
i'm gonna get the book
i'm gonna preach the word
i wanna preach to birds
as i walk the floor
yeah this i know
when i get you home
this is how it goes
i got nothing to lose
i'll never let you go
i'm gonna take her home
put her in a cage
and disconnect the phone
if you give me a look
i'm gonna get the book
i'm gonna preach the word
i wanna preach to birds
as i walk the floor
yeah this i know
when i get you home
this is how it goes
i got nothing to lose
i'll never let you go
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Apple Blossom
hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you
come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
lots of girls walk around in tears
but that's not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think i'll marry you
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don't really care for you
come and tell me what you're thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
lots of girls walk around in tears
but that's not for you
you've been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i'll fall in love with you
i think i'll marry you
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Im Bound To Pack It Up
I've thought about it for a while
And I've thought about the many miles
But I think it's time that I've gone away
The feelings that you have for me
Have gone away it's plain to see
And it looks to me that your pulling away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I've found it hard to say to you
That this is what I have to do
But there is no way that I'm gonna stay
There are so many things you need to know
And I want to tell you before I go
But it's hard to think of just what to say
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I'm sorry to leave you all alone
You're sitting silent by the phone
But we'd always known there would come a day
The bus is warm and softly lit
And a hundred people ride in it
I guess I'm just another runaway
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
And I've thought about the many miles
But I think it's time that I've gone away
The feelings that you have for me
Have gone away it's plain to see
And it looks to me that your pulling away
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I've found it hard to say to you
That this is what I have to do
But there is no way that I'm gonna stay
There are so many things you need to know
And I want to tell you before I go
But it's hard to think of just what to say
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
I'm sorry to leave you all alone
You're sitting silent by the phone
But we'd always known there would come a day
The bus is warm and softly lit
And a hundred people ride in it
I guess I'm just another runaway
I'm gonna pick it up
I'm gonna pick it up today
I'm bound pack it up
I'm bound pack it up and go away
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Death Letter
I got a letter this morning
how do you reckon it read?
hurry the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
I'm wondering
how you reckon it read
he said, hurry, hurry
on account that gal you love is dead
I grabbed up my suitcase, I took off down the road
When I got there she was, laying on the cooling board
Packed up my suitcase and I took off down the road
When I got there she was laying on the cooling board
It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, 'til they began to let her down
looked like ten thousand, people standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, 'til they began to let her down
You know it's so hard to love someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction, don't care what you do
so hard to love someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction, and don't care what you do
Well I got up this morning the break of day
Just hugging the pillow, she used to lay
Got up this morning would you believe the break of day
Just hugging the pillow, where my baby used to lay
how do you reckon it read?
hurry the gal you love is dead
I got a letter this morning
I'm wondering
how you reckon it read
he said, hurry, hurry
on account that gal you love is dead
I grabbed up my suitcase, I took off down the road
When I got there she was, laying on the cooling board
Packed up my suitcase and I took off down the road
When I got there she was laying on the cooling board
It looked like ten thousand people standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, 'til they began to let her down
looked like ten thousand, people standing around the burying ground
I didn't know I loved her, 'til they began to let her down
You know it's so hard to love someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction, don't care what you do
so hard to love someone that don't love you
Don't look like satisfaction, and don't care what you do
Well I got up this morning the break of day
Just hugging the pillow, she used to lay
Got up this morning would you believe the break of day
Just hugging the pillow, where my baby used to lay
Writer: EDDIE SON HOUSE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Sister Do You Know My Name?
Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here next to me
Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here
next to me
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here next to me
Well we're back in school again
and I don't really know anyone
I really want to be your friend
cause I don't really know anyone
And the bus is pulling
up to your house
I wish you could be sitting here
next to me
i didn't see you at summer school
but I saw you at the corner store
and I don't want to break the rules
cause I've broken them all before
But every time I see you
I wonder why
I don't break a couple rules
so that you'll notice me
Sister do you know my name?
I've heard it before but I want you to know
I got a funny feeling
that it's gonna work out
cause now I see you sitting here
next to me
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Truth Doesnt Make A Noise
My baby's got a heart of stone
can't you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone
The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know
I can't explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place
You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise
can't you people just leave her alone
she never did nothing to hurt you
so just leave her alone
The motion of her tiny hands
and the quiver of her bones below
are the signs of a girl alone
and tell you everything
you need to know
I can't explain it
I feel it often
everytime I see her face
but the way you treat her
fills me with rage and I
want to tear apart the place
You try to tell her what to do
and all she does is stare at you
her stare is louder than your voice
because truth doesn't make a noise
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
A Boys Best Friend
I just don't feel it in this place
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mind's already out of here
Won't you come along, dear?
Won't you come along?
Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear
Empty rooms and a telephone
That I will never use
Never fear
I am all alone, dear
I am all alone
My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My only friends speak no words to me
But they look at me and they don't forget
That a boy's best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mind's already out of here
Won't you come along, dear?
Won't you come along?
Words that are spoke alone
Phrases you will never hear
Empty rooms and a telephone
That I will never use
Never fear
I am all alone, dear
I am all alone
My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My only friends speak no words to me
But they look at me and they don't forget
That a boy's best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lets Build A Home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
c'mon
alright
c'mon
aw
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
i'm getting lazy
throw me a bone
c'mon
alright
c'mon
aw
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
some bricks now baby
let's build a home
c'mon
alright
c'mon
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Jumble Jumble
Jumble jumble
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can't even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I'm at the door
Why can't you be nicer to me?
somebody's screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything's so funny
i don't have any money
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me
why can't you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying
i think i'm all done lying
nobody's sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody's talking
why can't you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying
why can't you be nicer to me?
all at my house
come on over
sleep on the couch
can't even see ya
look like a mouse
Crumble crumble
the bag is brown
rip up the paper
to hear a sound
pick up the pieces
up off the ground
tumble tumble
on to the floor
roll over
until your poor
wave to me
I'm at the door
Why can't you be nicer to me?
somebody's screaming
looking at the ceiling
everything's so funny
i don't have any money
people don't even know me
but they know how to show me
why can't you be nicer to me?
my pride is dying
i think i'm all done lying
nobody's sharing
so i stop caring
all alone and walking
nobody's talking
why can't you be nicer to me?
well the wind is blowing
where am i going
off a bridge and falling
nobody's calling
on the ground and laying
nobody's praying
why can't you be nicer to me?
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Why Cant You Be Nicer To Me?
Somebody's screaming
Looking at the ceiling
Everything's so funny
I don't have any money
People don't even know me
But they know how to show me
Why can't you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying
Nobody's sharing
So I stop caring
All alone and walking
Nobody's talking
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
Where am I going
Off a bridge and falling
Nobody's calling
On the ground and laying
Nobody's praying
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Looking at the ceiling
Everything's so funny
I don't have any money
People don't even know me
But they know how to show me
Why can't you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying
Nobody's sharing
So I stop caring
All alone and walking
Nobody's talking
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
Where am I going
Off a bridge and falling
Nobody's calling
On the ground and laying
Nobody's praying
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Your Southern Can Is Mine
Now, looky here mama, let me explain you dis
You wanna get crooked, I'll even give you my fist
You might read from Revelation back to Genesi(s)
You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the morning
Your southern can belongs to me
You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshot's got money, gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth two dollars and half a pound
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talking about it
Your southern can belongs to me
You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand you can't rule me or be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
But when I get it, mama, you can't a-see no rest
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screaming
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit you, mama, then you feel my hand
Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit you, baby, you know I make no sense
Ain't no use to bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well now, look here, woman, don't get hot
I'll get me a brick outta my backyard
There ain't no use to bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talking about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well, if I catch you, mama, down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
You wanna get crooked, I'll even give you my fist
You might read from Revelation back to Genesi(s)
You get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine in the morning
Your southern can belongs to me
You might go uptown, have me arrested, put in jail
Some hotshot's got money, gonna pull my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can is worth two dollars and half a pound
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talking about it
Your southern can belongs to me
You might take it from the south, baby, hide it up north
Understand you can't rule me or be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
But when I get it, mama, you can't a-see no rest
So, there ain't no use in bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm screaming
Your southern can belongs to me
Now baby, ashes to ashes, sand to sand
When I hit you, mama, then you feel my hand
Give you a punch through that barbed wire fence
When I hit you, baby, you know I make no sense
Ain't no use to bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I know it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well now, look here, woman, don't get hot
I'll get me a brick outta my backyard
There ain't no use to bringing no jive to me
Your southern can is mine, I'm talking about it
Your southern can belongs to me
Well, if I catch you, mama, down in the heart of town
I'm gonna grab me a brick and tear your can on down
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
De Stijl is the second studio album by the American rock duo the White Stripes, released on June 20, 2000, by the Sympathy for the Record Industry. Produced by the band's guitarist and lead vocalist Jack White, the album was recorded on an 8-track analog tape in his living room following the covert divorce of members Jack and Meg White, who nevertheless continued working together.
The album takes its name from the art movement of the same name, and features their early blues-inspired sound. De Stijl received positive reviews from critics, and earned a gold certification from the British Phonographic Industry. The album became a sleeper hit after appearing on Billboard's Independent Albums chart in 2002, and is considered a cult classic.
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The White StripesThe album takes its name from the art movement of the same name, and features their early blues-inspired sound. De Stijl received positive reviews from critics, and earned a gold certification from the British Phonographic Industry. The album became a sleeper hit after appearing on Billboard's Independent Albums chart in 2002, and is considered a cult classic.
Genre(s): Punk blues, alternative rock, garage rock, blues rock
Producer(s): Jack White
Length: 37:31
Released: June 20th, 2000
Year: 2000