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St. Anger round my neck
St. Anger round my neck
He never gets respect
St. Anger round my neck

(you flush it out, you flush it out)
St. Anger round my neck
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
He never gets respect
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
St. Anger round my neck
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
He never gets respect

Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose I hang myself
St. Anger round my neck

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me
Or is it fear?

I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you

St. Anger round my neck
St. Anger round my neck
He never gets respect
St. Anger round my neck

(you flush it out, you flush it out)
St. Anger round my neck
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
He never gets respect
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
St. Anger round my neck
(you flush it out, you flush it out)
He never gets respect

Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose I hang myself
St. Anger round my neck

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me
Or is it fear?

I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you

I want my anger to be healthy
I want my anger just for me
I need my anger not to control
I want my anger to be me

I need to set my anger free
I need to set my anger free

SET IT FREE!

Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuck regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose I hang myself
St. Anger round my neck

I feel my world shake
Like an earthquake
Hard to see clear
Is it me
Or is it fear?

I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you

Find yourself a girl, and settle down
Live a simple life, in a quiet town

Steady, as she goes
Steady, as she goes
So steady, that she goes

Your friends have shown a kink in the single life
You've had to much to think, now you need a wife

Steady, as she goes
So steady, that she goes
Well here we go again
You found yourself a friend
That knows you well
But no matter what you do
You always feel as though you tripped and fell
So steady, that she goes

When you have completed what you thought you had to do
And your blood's depleted to the point of stable glue
Then you'll get along
Then you'll get along

Steady, as she goes
So steady, that she goes
Well here we go again
You found yourself a friend
That knows you well
But no matter what you do
You always feel as though you tripped and fell
So steady, that she goes
Steady, that she goes

Settle for a world, neither up or down
Sell it to the crowd that has gathered around
Settle for a girl, neither up or down
Sell it to the crowd that has gathered around

So steady, that she goes
Steady, that she goes
Steady, that she goes
So steady, that she goes
Steady, that she goes
Are you steady now ?
Steady, that she goes
Are you steady now ?
Steady, that she goes
Are you steady now ?
Steady, that she goes
Are you steady now ?
Steady, that she goes

The Raconteurs est le projet du chanteur, guitariste et pianiste des White Stripes, Jack White. Il est accompagné de trois amis, issus de la scène rock de Détroit, qu'il a rencontrés en 1998 : le guitariste Brendan Benson, le bassiste Jack Lawrence et le batteur Patrick Keeler. Le groupe s'est formé après que Jack White et Brendan Benson eurent composé leur première chanson : Steady, As She Goes. La particularité de ce groupe est que ses quatre membres ont tous eu un certain succès auparavant : Jack White avec les White Stripes, Benson en solo (trois albums : One Mississippi, Lapalco et Alternative to Love), Jack Lawrence et Patrick Keeler formants la section rythmiques des Greenhornes. Néanmoins, des quatre, seul Jack White a explosé, devenant une icône incontournable de la scène rock. Il est pour l'essentiel responsable de la rapidité de la création du groupe.

The Raconteurs est ce que l'on appelle un « supergroupe », à l'image de The Dirty Mac, Audioslave, Blind Faith ou encore Velvet Revolver, à savoir que plusieurs musiciens issus de différents groupes s'unissent pour partager leurs talents. Les quatre musiciens ont décidé de se baser dans le Midwest à Nashville, car pour eux la scène de Détroit est morte.
Ils reprennent différents styles de musique tout en restant dans le rock d'où leur nom, The Raconteurs.

A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don't understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive

I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
Coz they play shit, like....You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play

When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It ain't time yet for the choking
So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins

Oõ

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the theif
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the wine
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get exited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us talk falsely now
The hour's getting late
Hey

All along the watchtower
The princess kept the view
While all the women came
And went bare feet servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were aproaching
And the wind began to howl

Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
yeah, Oh baby
All along the watchtower

Camarade P.D.G

Tu permets que je t'appelle camarade ? Je suis obligé de te tutoyer par la même occasion, c'est d'usage. Et puis c'est mieux que Ô grand Jean-Marie Messier commandeur des communicants et puis des autres aussi par la grâce de la sainte trinité ; Ramification, Absorption, et Profit. Tu n'es pas le seul mais disons qu'on te voit beaucoup.
Et puis t'es pas comme ça, toi ? Toi tes intentions sont pures ; le bonheur pour tous dans le meilleur des mondes. Toi tu respectes les artistes, surtout les rebelles hein, pas ceux préfabriqués et formatés par l'industrie et pour l'industrie.
Fantastique ! Mais il te reste tout à prouver : que tu défends la culture au pluriel et pas seulement parce que « le profit n'a pas d'odeur », que les petits labels et les petits disquaires pourront survivre à une telle hégémonie (le raz de marée Universal) , que tu ne sépares pas le monde entre bergers actionnaires et moutons payeurs, sachant que les bergers ont parfois des têtes de mouton et vice-versa. Il te reste aussi à prouver que tu n'es pas le roi du dégraissage de personnel et qu'une de tes missions principales est de rééquilibrer les échanges culturels et commerciaux entre l'Europe et les Etats-Unis. Tu as dit sur France Inter début janvier qu'un disque sur quatre partait à l'exportation. Selon toi c'est le cas de Noir Désir, de Zebda soit disant. Merveilleux mais entièrement faux, camarade patriote, chiffres à l'appui. J'en passe et des meilleures sur l'utilisation que tu fais de notre nom, entre autres.
Pour finir, saches que si tes pilules sont trop amères, tu trouveras d'autres que nous pour les faire passer.
Nous n'avons pas demandé à faire partie de ce grand « Tout » que tu diriges, que tu manipules, que tu récupères : critiques, médias, missives comme la présente y compris. Allez, Salut à toi Camarade P.D.G de la Nouvelle Internationale d'Universal, nous ne sommes pas dupes de ton manège, et si nous sommes tous embarqués sur la même planète, on n'est décidément pas du même monde.

Noir Désir.