I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Takin' their time right behind my back
And I'm talkin' to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message comin' from my eyes
Says, "Leave it alone"
Don't wanna hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the Hounds of Hell
And if I catch it comin' back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And the feelin' comin' from my bones
Says, "Find a home"
I'm goin' to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleedin', and I'm bleedin', and I'm bleedin'
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains comin' from my blood
Tell me, "Go back home"
The White Stripes - Elephant Album Lyrics
The White Stripes - Elephant Lyrics
- Seven Nation Army
- Black Math
- Theres No Home For You Here
- I Just Dont Know What To Do With Myself
- In The Cold Cold Night
- I Want to Be the Boy to Warm Your Mother's Heart
- Youve Got Her In Your Pocket
- Ball And Biscuit
- The Hardest Button To Button
- Little Acorns
- Hypnotize
- The Air Near My Fingers
- Girl You Have No Faith In Medicine
- Well It's True That We Love One Another
Writer: John Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Black Math
Don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
My fingers definately turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain
that you're teaching this lesson?
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
My fingers definately turning to black now
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
The longer words are really breaking my back now
Maybe I'll learn to understand
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
Listen master can I ask you a question
Is it the fingers, or the brain
that you're teaching this lesson?
Maybe I'll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Theres No Home For You Here
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
I'd like to think that all of this constant interaction
Is just the kind of make you drive yourself away
Each simple gesture done by me is counteracted
And leaves me standing here with nothing else to say
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
That it's impossible to get along with you
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
So it helps to have a mirror in the room
I've not been really looking forward to the performance
But there's my cue and there's a question on your face
Fortunately I have come across an answer
Which is go away
And do not leave a trace
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
Waking up for breakfast
Burning matches
Talking quietly
Breaking baubles
Throwing garbage
Drinking soda
Looking happy
Taking pictures
So completely stupid
Just go away
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
There's no home for you here
I'd like to think that all of this constant interaction
Is just the kind of make you drive yourself away
Each simple gesture done by me is counteracted
And leaves me standing here with nothing else to say
Completely baffled by a backward indication
That an inspired word will come across your tongue
Hands moving upward to propel the situation
Have simply halted
And now the conversation's done
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
I'm only waiting for the proper time to tell you
That it's impossible to get along with you
It's hard to look you in the face when we are talking
So it helps to have a mirror in the room
I've not been really looking forward to the performance
But there's my cue and there's a question on your face
Fortunately I have come across an answer
Which is go away
And do not leave a trace
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
Waking up for breakfast
Burning matches
Talking quietly
Breaking baubles
Throwing garbage
Drinking soda
Looking happy
Taking pictures
So completely stupid
Just go away
There's no home for you here girl, go away
There's no home for you here
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I Just Dont Know What To Do With Myself
I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do
I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
well I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do
I just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
movies only make me sad
parties make me feel as bad
cause I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
well I don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
planning everything for two
doing everything with you
and now that we're through
I just don't know what to do
like a summer rose
needs the sun and rain
I need your sweet love
to beat love away
I just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
just don't know what to do with myself
I don't know what to do with myself
Writer: HAL DAVID, BURT BACHARACH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
In The Cold Cold Night
I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I see you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don't care what other people say
I'm going to love you, anyway
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire burn bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I see you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don't care what other people say
I'm going to love you, anyway
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire burn bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me, in the cold, cold night
Writer: DAVID WHITE, JOHN MADARA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
I Want to Be the Boy to Warm Your Mother's Heart
I want to be the boy to warm your mother's heart
I'm so scared to take you away
I tried to win her over right from the start
But something always got in the way
We've been sitting in your backyard for hours
But she won't even come out and say hi
While my mother baked a little cake for you
And even dreaded when you said goodbye
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?
What kind of joke should I lay on her now?
I'm inclined to go finish high school
Just to make her notice that I'm around
Well nothing I come up with seems to work
It feels like everything I say is a lie
And never have I felt like such a jerk
I'm afraid to even open my eyes
Because I really don't want her to judge me
I want her to really know who I am
And the, and only then will she love me
Well at least that was the plan
If ever a boy needed a holiday
If ever a girl needed someone to hold
I just hope I don't act the same way
By the time that I get that old
I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind of things must be important
Because somebody ripped out my page
In your telephone book
I want to warm her heart
I'm so scared to take you away
I tried to win her over right from the start
But something always got in the way
We've been sitting in your backyard for hours
But she won't even come out and say hi
While my mother baked a little cake for you
And even dreaded when you said goodbye
What kind of cartwheels do I have to pull?
What kind of joke should I lay on her now?
I'm inclined to go finish high school
Just to make her notice that I'm around
Well nothing I come up with seems to work
It feels like everything I say is a lie
And never have I felt like such a jerk
I'm afraid to even open my eyes
Because I really don't want her to judge me
I want her to really know who I am
And the, and only then will she love me
Well at least that was the plan
If ever a boy needed a holiday
If ever a girl needed someone to hold
I just hope I don't act the same way
By the time that I get that old
I never said I was the heir to a fortune
I never claimed to have any looks
But these kind of things must be important
Because somebody ripped out my page
In your telephone book
I want to warm her heart
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Youve Got Her In Your Pocket
You've got her in your pocket
And there is no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way
To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way
And you'll be there if she ever feels blue
And you'll be there when she finds someone new
What to do
Well you know
You keep her in your pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
The smile on your face made her think
She had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she might leave
Like she's threatened before
Grab hold of her fast
Before her feet leave the floor
And she's out the door
Cause you want
To keep her in my pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
And in your own mind
You know you're lucky just to know her
And in the beginning all you wanted
Was to show her
But now you're scared
You think she's running away
You search in you hand for something clever to say
Don't go away
Cause I want
To keep you in my pocket
Where there's no way out
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
Home sweet home
And there is no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way
To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way
And you'll be there if she ever feels blue
And you'll be there when she finds someone new
What to do
Well you know
You keep her in your pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
The smile on your face made her think
She had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she might leave
Like she's threatened before
Grab hold of her fast
Before her feet leave the floor
And she's out the door
Cause you want
To keep her in my pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
And in your own mind
You know you're lucky just to know her
And in the beginning all you wanted
Was to show her
But now you're scared
You think she's running away
You search in you hand for something clever to say
Don't go away
Cause I want
To keep you in my pocket
Where there's no way out
Put it in the safe and lock it
Cause it's home sweet home
Home sweet home
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ball And Biscuit
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done
Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let's have a ball, girl
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everybody in the place to just get out
And we'll get clean together
And I'll find me a soap box where I can shout it
Yeah
Hey
Yeah, read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
That my strength is ten fold, girl
I'll let you see if you want to before you go
Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let's have a ball
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everybody in the place to just get out
We'll get clean together
And I'll find me a soap box where I can shout it
Yeah, I can think of one or two things to say about it
Alright, listen
You get the point now?
Yeah, it's quite possible that I'm your third man
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it's my mother who made me the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I'm done
Yeah, you just wait
Yeah, stick around
You'll figure it out
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It's quite possible that I'm your third man, girl
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time I'm done
Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let's have a ball, girl
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everybody in the place to just get out
And we'll get clean together
And I'll find me a soap box where I can shout it
Yeah
Hey
Yeah, read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
That my strength is ten fold, girl
I'll let you see if you want to before you go
Let's have a ball and a biscuit, sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Let's have a ball
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everybody in the place to just get out
We'll get clean together
And I'll find me a soap box where I can shout it
Yeah, I can think of one or two things to say about it
Alright, listen
You get the point now?
Yeah, it's quite possible that I'm your third man
But it's a fact that I'm the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it's my mother who made me the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care by the time I'm done
Yeah, you just wait
Yeah, stick around
You'll figure it out
Writer: Jack White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Hardest Button To Button
We started living in an old house
My ma gave birth and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
So we bought him a toy
It was a ray gun
And it was 1981
We named him Baby
He had a toothache
He started crying
It sounded like an earthquake
It didn't last long
Because I stopped it
I grabbed a rag doll
And stuck some little pins in it
Now we're a family
And we're alright now
We got money and a little place
To fight now
We don't know you
And we don't owe you
But if you see us around
I got something else to show you
Now it's easy when you don't know better
You think it's sleazy?
Then put it in a short letter
We keep warm
But there's just something wrong
When you
Just feel that you're the hardest little button to button
I had opinions
That didn't matter
I had a brain
That felt like pancake batter
I got a backyard
With nothing in it
Except a stick
A dog
And a box with something in it
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
My ma gave birth and we were checking it out
It was a baby boy
So we bought him a toy
It was a ray gun
And it was 1981
We named him Baby
He had a toothache
He started crying
It sounded like an earthquake
It didn't last long
Because I stopped it
I grabbed a rag doll
And stuck some little pins in it
Now we're a family
And we're alright now
We got money and a little place
To fight now
We don't know you
And we don't owe you
But if you see us around
I got something else to show you
Now it's easy when you don't know better
You think it's sleazy?
Then put it in a short letter
We keep warm
But there's just something wrong
When you
Just feel that you're the hardest little button to button
I had opinions
That didn't matter
I had a brain
That felt like pancake batter
I got a backyard
With nothing in it
Except a stick
A dog
And a box with something in it
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
The hardest button to button
Uh-oh
Writer: John Anthony White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Little Acorns
Take all your problems
And rip 'em apart
Carry them off
In a shopping cart
And another thing
You should've known from the start
The problems in hand
Are lighter than at heart
Be like the squirrel, girl
Be like the squirrel
Give it a whirl, girl
Be like the squirrel
And another thing
You have to know in this world
Cut up your hair
Straighten your curls
Well, your problems
Hide in your curls
And rip 'em apart
Carry them off
In a shopping cart
And another thing
You should've known from the start
The problems in hand
Are lighter than at heart
Be like the squirrel, girl
Be like the squirrel
Give it a whirl, girl
Be like the squirrel
And another thing
You have to know in this world
Cut up your hair
Straighten your curls
Well, your problems
Hide in your curls
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hypnotize
I want to hypnotize you baby
On the telephone
So many times I called your house
Just to hear the tone
And though I knew that you weren't home
I didn't mind so much 'cause I'm so alone
I want to hypnotize you baby
On the telephone
I want to spin my little watch
Right before your very eyes
You're the kind of girl
A guy like me could hypnotize
And if this comes as a surprise
Just think of all of those guys
Who would tell you lies
I want to spin my little watch
Right before your eyes
I want to hold your little hand
If I can be so bold
And be your right hand man
'Til you hands get old
And then when all the feelings gone
Just decide if you want to keep holding on
I want to hold your little hand
If I can be so bold
If I can be so bold
If I can be so bold
On the telephone
So many times I called your house
Just to hear the tone
And though I knew that you weren't home
I didn't mind so much 'cause I'm so alone
I want to hypnotize you baby
On the telephone
I want to spin my little watch
Right before your very eyes
You're the kind of girl
A guy like me could hypnotize
And if this comes as a surprise
Just think of all of those guys
Who would tell you lies
I want to spin my little watch
Right before your eyes
I want to hold your little hand
If I can be so bold
And be your right hand man
'Til you hands get old
And then when all the feelings gone
Just decide if you want to keep holding on
I want to hold your little hand
If I can be so bold
If I can be so bold
If I can be so bold
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
The Air Near My Fingers
Life is so boring
It's really got me snoring
I'm wearing out the flooring
In a cheap hotel
But I don't have to work and
I might be sinning
But I never have to listen to
The rings of school bells
Don't you remember?
You told me in December
That a boy is not a man
Until he makes a stand
Well, I'm not a genius
But maybe you'll remember this
I never said I ever wanted
To be a man
I get nervous when she comes around
My mom is so caring
She's really got me staring
At all the crazy little things
She does for sure
And I can't seem to think of
Another kind of love
That a boy could ever get
From anyone from her
I get nervous when she comes around
It's really got me snoring
I'm wearing out the flooring
In a cheap hotel
But I don't have to work and
I might be sinning
But I never have to listen to
The rings of school bells
Don't you remember?
You told me in December
That a boy is not a man
Until he makes a stand
Well, I'm not a genius
But maybe you'll remember this
I never said I ever wanted
To be a man
I get nervous when she comes around
My mom is so caring
She's really got me staring
At all the crazy little things
She does for sure
And I can't seem to think of
Another kind of love
That a boy could ever get
From anyone from her
I get nervous when she comes around
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Girl You Have No Faith In Medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Is there a way to find a cure for this
Implanted in a pill?
Is it just the name upon the bottle
The determines if it will?
Is the problem your allergic
To a well familiar name?
Do you have any problem with this one
If the results are they same?
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Well strip the bark right off a tree
And just hand it this way
Don't even need a drink of water
To make the headache go away
Give me a sugar pill
And watch me just rattle
Down the street
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
You have no faith in medicine
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Is there a way to find a cure for this
Implanted in a pill?
Is it just the name upon the bottle
The determines if it will?
Is the problem your allergic
To a well familiar name?
Do you have any problem with this one
If the results are they same?
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Well strip the bark right off a tree
And just hand it this way
Don't even need a drink of water
To make the headache go away
Give me a sugar pill
And watch me just rattle
Down the street
Acetaminophen
You see the medicine
Girl,
You have no faith in medicine
Writer: JACK WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Well It's True That We Love One Another
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Jack give me some money to pay my bills
All the dough I give you Holly
You been using on pain pills
Jack will you call me if you're able?
I got your phone number written
In the back of my bible
Jack I think your pulling my leg
And I think maybe I better ask Meg
Meg do you think Jack really loves me?
You know, I don't care because
Jack really bugs me
Why don't you ask him now?
Well I would Meg
I really just don't know how
Just say 'Jack , do you adore me?'
Well I would Holly but love really bores me
Well maybe we should just be friends
I'm just kidding Holly
You know that I'll love you 'til the end
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Holly give me some of your English lovin'
If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven
Why don't you go off and just love yourself
If I did that Holly there won't be anything
Left for anybody else
Jack it's too bad about the way you look
You know I gave that horse a carrot
So he'd break your foot
Will the two of you cut it out
And tell 'em what it's really all about
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Jack give me some money to pay my bills
All the dough I give you Holly
You been using on pain pills
Jack will you call me if you're able?
I got your phone number written
In the back of my bible
Jack I think your pulling my leg
And I think maybe I better ask Meg
Meg do you think Jack really loves me?
You know, I don't care because
Jack really bugs me
Why don't you ask him now?
Well I would Meg
I really just don't know how
Just say 'Jack , do you adore me?'
Well I would Holly but love really bores me
Well maybe we should just be friends
I'm just kidding Holly
You know that I'll love you 'til the end
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Holly give me some of your English lovin'
If I did that Jack I'd have one in the oven
Why don't you go off and just love yourself
If I did that Holly there won't be anything
Left for anybody else
Jack it's too bad about the way you look
You know I gave that horse a carrot
So he'd break your foot
Will the two of you cut it out
And tell 'em what it's really all about
Well it's true that we love one another
I love Jack White like a little brother
Well Holly I love you too but there's
Just so much that I don't know about you
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Elephant is the fourth studio album by the American rock duo The White Stripes. It was released on April 1, 2003, through V2, XL, and Third Man records. The album was produced by the band's guitarist and lead vocalist Jack White, and continues their "back-to-basics" approach seen in White Blood Cells (2001). It was mostly recorded at Maida Vale and Toe Rag Studios across two weeks in April 2002, and was produced without the use of computers, instead utilizing a duct-taped 8 track tape machine and various gear no more recent than 1963.
Elephant peaked at number six on the Billboard 200 and topped the UK Albums Chart. The Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and the British Phonographic Industry (BPI) have certified the album 2× Platinum and 3× Platinum respectively, and over 4 million copies have been sold worldwide. The album spawned the hit singles "The Hardest Button to Button" and "Seven Nation Army", which became a sports anthem and has continued to experience commercial success. "I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself" and "There's No Home for You Here" were also released as singles.
Elephant received widespread critical acclaim upon release. The band earned several accolades for the album, including a nomination for Album of the Year and winning Best Alternative Music Album and Best Rock Song with "Seven Nation Army" at the 2004 Grammy Awards.
In 2012, Rolling Stone magazine ranked it 390th on its list of the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time", and additionally ranked it the fifth-best album of the 2000s decade. Authors and reviewers have praised Elephant as one of the best albums of the 21st century.
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The White StripesElephant peaked at number six on the Billboard 200 and topped the UK Albums Chart. The Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and the British Phonographic Industry (BPI) have certified the album 2× Platinum and 3× Platinum respectively, and over 4 million copies have been sold worldwide. The album spawned the hit singles "The Hardest Button to Button" and "Seven Nation Army", which became a sports anthem and has continued to experience commercial success. "I Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself" and "There's No Home for You Here" were also released as singles.
Elephant received widespread critical acclaim upon release. The band earned several accolades for the album, including a nomination for Album of the Year and winning Best Alternative Music Album and Best Rock Song with "Seven Nation Army" at the 2004 Grammy Awards.
In 2012, Rolling Stone magazine ranked it 390th on its list of the "500 Greatest Albums of All Time", and additionally ranked it the fifth-best album of the 2000s decade. Authors and reviewers have praised Elephant as one of the best albums of the 21st century.
Genre(s): Rock, alternative rock, blues rock, garage rock revival, punk blues
Producer(s): Jack White
Length: 49:56
Released: April 1st, 2003
Year: 2003