don't damn yourself with a painted smile on skull-man!
jack white附在专辑内页的自白书
鄙人大学时期作文的抄袭对象
跟elephant所附内页应该是一系列的：
http://music.douban.com/review/5014251/?start=0&remove=3912137&ck=akei
其实呢，今天看来好像真的有点小孩子气，大概自己跟浪漫主义份子的jack white已经不搭界了吧
"there once was a story i wanted to tell, but i assumed it was one you all knew too well. maybe i was wrong. was wondering how clear we were gonna say it. hot to keep us all interested enough not to drift off and start fantasizing about romantic things. but then again, what about those things in books, and in movies? are they real? does anybody care? you ride the bus don't you? ain't nobody ever bumped into you before? was it an accident? lotta questions. rhett and scarlett, what they are? can't be true love. but there are others. unrequired is a word too. it's in the dictionary. after truth i believe. everyday life some other i guess look at as romantic. but what about us people? are those elements impossible for us to experience? do you know and welcome the idea of true love, staging, destiny, mis en scene, hore for internal completion? everyone's talking about their hurt and their rage on the radio. and the armchair judge is th efamily bible in prine time today. what reality is fake? then drama is superficial and not admired, the judge and the apology is shallow, love is put aside. i think there's one truth, with no subjectivity. and in the corner is a booth with some producitvity. under my arm is a device with conductivity and i gave it to you. no lessons o.k.? the city i live in it ain't no diffenerent man! your sidewalk has less cracks in it? how spoiled we are right! funny, funny, funny. but you must have bought a book, and it is a reality to hold in your thought, let's put it together though. we know not to kill after seeing a murder on the screen, but do we know not to love when we see two fullfilled? your morning can go however you want it. no one owes you breakfast for example. no one owes you a ride. and you know damn well you could walk there if you wanted to. and you know too that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too, but to be taken from is loss and and totaly false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hart at something never to achieve it? prove it to me. and what child who was innocent was pushed to the ground never to get up again? where's he/she at right now? where's a starbucks when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? you're the book dammit. you are the morning, don't deny yourself with this duty-woman! don't damn yourself with a painted smile on skull-man! put it on th etable. and don't deny it. whatever it is. do yourself a favor and breathe real, get it? funny were all still here man. nobody left, and it's odd because the more you deny it, the funnier it gets. three kids are playing on the playground, and one turns to the others and says "are they making us go to school or are we learning fo rthe sake of beauty?" the other kids love this idea, and they laugh and pass notes about it for days. so we all know the right thing to d, and we all root for the underdog in the book, we can't help it! kick yourself off the island. she is her. he is us. the underdog wins in the book, and in real life? not just in some sorts game. you know, but - hey wouldn't it be nice if every sports team was only allowed to have team membery from its own city? no trading. evil can be funny. rightousness is a barrel of luaghs too. come on, we all know! it's a new century, no sarcasm kids. boy these kids can take! how bout take the tongues out of the cheeks? no blasphemy. no talking under your breath. tell me what you want, and we can get it together. i'm not kidding. they wrote the books to share with you what they assumed it could be. they made the films to explore what you didn't get to do at work today. and they wrote the songs to fill in the gaps between being some place, and getting there. but it by no means, don't mean, it can't be. you're probably already there, just admit it. just say it. then you'll get it. stay the truth, and hold with this word behind tooth, to know that truth pushed truth forward, and to be taken is to be held, and to be stolen from is to lose what truth you deserve, pretending this is pretending the play with no audience but yourself, the options are somtimes not options at all, but distractions or temptations to live for something or someone else instead of yourself, breathing can't be taken, the fact can't be shaken, and the truth is still waiting always for you. i think we're gonna be ok. "
- Jack White, The white stripes -
鄙人大学时期作文的抄袭对象
跟elephant所附内页应该是一系列的：
http://music.douban.com/review/5014251/?start=0&remove=3912137&ck=akei
其实呢，今天看来好像真的有点小孩子气，大概自己跟浪漫主义份子的jack white已经不搭界了吧
"there once was a story i wanted to tell, but i assumed it was one you all knew too well. maybe i was wrong. was wondering how clear we were gonna say it. hot to keep us all interested enough not to drift off and start fantasizing about romantic things. but then again, what about those things in books, and in movies? are they real? does anybody care? you ride the bus don't you? ain't nobody ever bumped into you before? was it an accident? lotta questions. rhett and scarlett, what they are? can't be true love. but there are others. unrequired is a word too. it's in the dictionary. after truth i believe. everyday life some other i guess look at as romantic. but what about us people? are those elements impossible for us to experience? do you know and welcome the idea of true love, staging, destiny, mis en scene, hore for internal completion? everyone's talking about their hurt and their rage on the radio. and the armchair judge is th efamily bible in prine time today. what reality is fake? then drama is superficial and not admired, the judge and the apology is shallow, love is put aside. i think there's one truth, with no subjectivity. and in the corner is a booth with some producitvity. under my arm is a device with conductivity and i gave it to you. no lessons o.k.? the city i live in it ain't no diffenerent man! your sidewalk has less cracks in it? how spoiled we are right! funny, funny, funny. but you must have bought a book, and it is a reality to hold in your thought, let's put it together though. we know not to kill after seeing a murder on the screen, but do we know not to love when we see two fullfilled? your morning can go however you want it. no one owes you breakfast for example. no one owes you a ride. and you know damn well you could walk there if you wanted to. and you know too that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too, but to be taken from is loss and and totaly false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hart at something never to achieve it? prove it to me. and what child who was innocent was pushed to the ground never to get up again? where's he/she at right now? where's a starbucks when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? you're the book dammit. you are the morning, don't deny yourself with this duty-woman! don't damn yourself with a painted smile on skull-man! put it on th etable. and don't deny it. whatever it is. do yourself a favor and breathe real, get it? funny were all still here man. nobody left, and it's odd because the more you deny it, the funnier it gets. three kids are playing on the playground, and one turns to the others and says "are they making us go to school or are we learning fo rthe sake of beauty?" the other kids love this idea, and they laugh and pass notes about it for days. so we all know the right thing to d, and we all root for the underdog in the book, we can't help it! kick yourself off the island. she is her. he is us. the underdog wins in the book, and in real life? not just in some sorts game. you know, but - hey wouldn't it be nice if every sports team was only allowed to have team membery from its own city? no trading. evil can be funny. rightousness is a barrel of luaghs too. come on, we all know! it's a new century, no sarcasm kids. boy these kids can take! how bout take the tongues out of the cheeks? no blasphemy. no talking under your breath. tell me what you want, and we can get it together. i'm not kidding. they wrote the books to share with you what they assumed it could be. they made the films to explore what you didn't get to do at work today. and they wrote the songs to fill in the gaps between being some place, and getting there. but it by no means, don't mean, it can't be. you're probably already there, just admit it. just say it. then you'll get it. stay the truth, and hold with this word behind tooth, to know that truth pushed truth forward, and to be taken is to be held, and to be stolen from is to lose what truth you deserve, pretending this is pretending the play with no audience but yourself, the options are somtimes not options at all, but distractions or temptations to live for something or someone else instead of yourself, breathing can't be taken, the fact can't be shaken, and the truth is still waiting always for you. i think we're gonna be ok. "
- Jack White, The white stripes -
