Jack Sums It Up
After a particularly rigorous or stressful writing session is coupled with a hard day at work, this verse of the White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army” always surfaces and breaks through the ice of my conscious mind (the italics are mine)...
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
Say what you want about the White Stripes, I only listen to their hits, but check out their lyrics and you’ll have to admit that Jack White is great lyricist.
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more
Say what you want about the White Stripes, I only listen to their hits, but check out their lyrics and you’ll have to admit that Jack White is great lyricist.
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 6:30 AM
7 Comments:
Yeah, it sounds cool, but what does it mean?
Stripes is the CD in the basement that when I find it I ask, "Why the 'F" am I not listening to this." Always a great discovery. Not to be confused with the Stryper CD from my 1987 collection, "Why the fuck is this still here?"
Mr. Jinxy,
In my old age I am getting to be like today's TV ads, conveniently hijacking one particular lyric to suit my own needs while forgoing the meaning of rest of the verse or the song.
"All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more"
After I write 'til I can't type no more and I'm cross-eyed from the (http://writeprocrastinator.blogspot.com/2005/11/writing-spaces-of-famous-sf-bay-area.html) expletive screen that I use. I'd like to a more comprehensive answer but I've gotten no sleep because of the monsoon-type wind and rain from last night.
Mr. Crowley,
"Stryper?" Can you remember when record stores had a tape service for a minute back around '88? The equivalent of burning a CD only they recorded a tape for you and you picked the songs and they grabbed you and shook you upside down until the last penny dropped from your pants and you said, "you financial buggerers, I'm calling cops!"
The service last but for all of about six months and "Stryper" got me for all of $1.75 which was a lot for considering. I had on the tape: "Bad To The Bone (Thurugood)," "Wanted Dead Or Alive (Bon Juvenile)," Addicted To That Touch (Mr. Big)," and "Calling On You."
My fascination with Stryper was limited, I didn't like their image and it didn't have anything to do with their makeup because I listened to Motley Scrue and Poison. I didn't hate their music though they sounded a little too much like Styx to me, but damn if I couldn't get that song out of my head.
Of course still being stuck in my junior pervert-phase even though I was very much an adult at the time, I would change the song's title to, er, I can't get into it because the in-laws might be reading the blog.
White Stripes? while I didn't know about them, I certainly do know how it feels like to be under pressures from freaking deadline.
Replace
"And I will think no more"
with
"Till I will think no more"
what you think? whatever, belated Christmas greetings & Happy New Year!!! Wish your dreams will come true in this brand new year!
Slurp,
I think that's a great lyrical alternative! May you have a special and prosperous New Year!
Mister Jinxy,
Still mulling it over and am suffering from the "Curly effect."
Curly: I'm thinking, I'm thinking!
Moe: And?
Curly: And nothing happens!
(SLAP!)
I think I need some software program that translates your blog into GAY. I have no idea what all this means. Has Barbra or Bette ever done a recording of this tune?
Hope you and the family are having a great New Years!
btw, thanks for all the cool merch!
"I think I need some software program that translates your blog into GAY."
?????(this the halo of question marks hovering over my head)?????
Um, how the hell do I even begin to answer that one, Al? Remember when your team and my team all spoke the same musical language like Elton John when Taupin could write? Queen? T-Rex? Bowie? Disco before the Bee Gees and greedy record companies ruined it? Um, all the New Wave bands? I blame this all on George Michael and Madonna.
And no Barbara will not be covering the Stripes in this century or any other, though I wouldn't push it past Bette.
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