JACK WHITE's BLUNDERBUSS

The best thing is you are listening to the whole album top to bottom on repeat and it doesn't feel long or awful in certain parts. And you're doing this by your lonesome at the school library and just chillen. Nothing matters except the beats and the voice into your ears. And I imagine if I did this with God's gospels, I'd be a better human. Skip the religion talk-

HOW BROKEN IS HE

WHAT HAS LOVE DONE TO HIM

DOES HE LOVE LOVE

HE IS SO FED UP

HE'S JUST BURST

IS HE LYING ?

HOW LONG I'VE WAITED FOR HIS SOLO DEBUT

HIS STYLES

YOU GO LOUD TO ENIGMATIC TO LITERAL METAPHORS TO MELODIES

HE WRENCHES ME INSIDE OUT

AND MY ORGANS ARE NOTHING

TO HIM

THEY CHURN FOR HIM

LOVE INTERRUPTION

I want love to, roll me over slowly

Stick a knife inside me and twist it all around

I want love to grab my fingers gently

slam them in a door way, put my face into the ground

I want love to, murder my own Mother

Take her off to somewhere, like hell or up above

I want love to, change my friends to enemies

Change my friends to enemies and show me, how it’s all my fault

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me, anymore

I want love to, walk right up and bite me

Grab a hold of me and fight me, leave me dying on the ground

And I want love to spin my mouth wide open

And cover up my ears and never let me hear a sound

And I want love to forget that you offended me

Or how you have defended me

And everybody let me down

I want love to, change my friends to enemies

Change my friends to enemies and show how it’s all my fault

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt or interrupt me, anymore

BLUNDERBUSS

Demons in your pocket

That sang romance

Performed a dance inside your silver locket

…

You grab my arm

And left with me

But you were not allowed to

You took me to a public place to quietly blend into

Such a trick

Pretending not to be doing what you want to

But seems to be

That everybody does every wakin’ moment

…

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed

Safe to say that others may not approve of this and pleaded

So selfish would be there crying

And who’d be brave to argue

Doing what two people need is never on the menu

HYPOCRITICAL KISS

AND WHO THE HELL’S IMPRESSED BY YOU

MISSING PIECES

I was in the shower so I could not tell that my nose was bleeding

Dripped down my body to the floor right below my feet and

I looked in the mirror at my face, I thought I had a disease

…

I woke up and my hands were gone, yeah

I looked down and my legs were long gone

I fell forward with my shoulder, but there’s nobody there

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