Icky Thump: The First Impressions

(this is not finished)
I, like many others, have taken for Granted the talent of The White Stripes. I had written them off, life many others, as a notion of "unique;" that subcategory we hate to love to hate. I am blazed up, curtains drawn open to show the sunset during the foggy first rain, and headphones turned up. (my feet are up, the lights are perfect, and the skyline's fading out grey from the apartment's first rain).

(will get to earlier songs later)
(odd feeling that me and Jack White would get along, like be complementary musicians. what a strange thing to say.)

St. Andrew (This Battle In The Air)
Continues perfectly from previous track, slides in, takes 'what was' and turns it into 'what is or will be (or will be?)'
Where the fuck is my medication!!! ((St. Andrew (he screams into the night))

Little Cream Soda
I'm drunk and dancing in the middle of the floor
blurry lights
ruby rings do the same thing
Ridulin wonderchid (oh well oh well)
save the world / fuck you world (oh well oh well)
blink*******

Rag And Bone
dinner time
take two on the commentary, take two
Poetry Catacombs (gramarphones licking icecreamcones)

I'm Slowly Turning Into You
needed drums sooner
but when they come (bringing with them the bass instruments) hell couldn't feel better. (hell being indulgence.)
be stronger longer
faker
*dingdong**foodIShere*
i ordered pizza but the air tastes like graham crackers
slowlyturningintoyou (goddamnit=
guitar 3:48

A mArtyr For My Love For You
hear boy

Catch Hell Blues
Jam that turned into a good idea, "wait, what if I added this part"
The moment cloudy creativity locks into a stream of creativity
Watching a western that's not black and white but that brown lens color, looks like the film was buried in a cow field

Effect And Cause
Felt like I walked into a saloon
if you're headed to the grave you don't blame the hearse
I'm reacting to you