I'll find me a soapbox

Meg onstage with The Raconteurs in Detroit, ‘08. 

How can anyone not reblog this?

💙 my White love

The Raconteurs - Top Yourself (Rehearsal demo)

It sounds awesome done more heavy than usual, kinda White Stripes-esque…plus their little convo at the end is cute. Good times.

Keep it clean... O.o

This is the most sublime version of the song that made me fall in love with Jack White.

Jack White and Brendan Benson.

Probably my favorite song. 

I’m not sure if there’s a point to this story  but im going to tell it again  So many other people trying to tell the tale  but not one of em knows the end  It was a junk house in South Carolina  Held a boy the age of ten  Along with his older brother billy his mother and her boyfriend  Who was a triple loser with blue tattoos  That were given to him when he was young  And a drunk temper that was easy to lose  that Thank god he didn’t own a gun  Well Billy woke up in the back of his truck  Took a minute to open his eyes  He took a peep into the back of the house  And found himself a big surprise  He didnt see his brother but there was his mother  With a red-headed head in her hands  While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest  Trying to choke the man Ah…  Billy looked up from the window to the truck  Threw up and had to struggle to stand  He saw that redneck bastard with a hammer  turn the priest into a shell of a man  The priest was putting up the fight of his life  But he was old and he was bound to lose  The boyfriend hit as hard as he could  And knocked the priest right down to his shoes  Well now Billy knew but never actually met  The preacher lying there in the room  he heard himself say that must be my daddy  Then he knew what he was gonna do  Billy got up enough courage to get up  and grab the first blunt thing he could find  It was a cold glass bottle of milk  That was delivered every morning at nine. Ah…  Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor  and he turned around and put the lock on the door  He looked straight into the boyfriend eye  His mother was a ghost too upset to cry  He took a step towards the man on the ground  From his mouth trickled out an inaudible sound  He heard the boyfriend shout Get out!  And Billy said not til I know what this is all about  Well this preacher here was attackin your momma  But Billy knew that she was caught in the drama  So Billy took dead aim at his face  Smashed the bottle on the man that left his dad in disgrace  The white milk dripped down with the blood  and the boyfriend fell dead for good  Right next to the preacher who was gaspin’ for air  Billy shouted daddy why’d you have come back here?!  His Mother reached behind the sugar and honey and  Pulled out an envelope filled with money  Your daddy gave us this she collapsed in tears  He’s being paying all the bills for years  Momma lets but this body underneath the trees  Put daddy in the truck and head for Tennessee  Just then his little brother came in  holding the milkman’s hat and a bottle of gin  singin lalala lalala yeah  lalala lalala yeah  lalala lalala yeah Well now heard another side to the story  But you wanna know how it ends  If you must know the truth about the tale go and ask the milkman 

The Raconteurs, “The Switch and the Spur”

Any pour souls who trespass against us Whether it be beast or man Will suffer the bite or be stung dead on sight By those who inhabit this land For there’s is the power and this is the kingdom As sure as the sun does burn So enter this path, but heed these four words, You shall never return…

"See if I care, 

See if I stand firm or if I fall

'Cause in the back of my mind,

and on the tip of my tongue

is the answer to it all”

we wrote our names down on the sidewalk

the rain came and washed them off

so we should carve them again on the side of the tree

then people a long time from now

they’ll know about you and me

(Danny Clinch | Raconteurs, Manchester, TN 2008から)