Biografia:
The White Stripes foi uma dupla de rock norte-americana, formada no ano de 1997 em Detroit, Michigan, composta por Jack White (compositor, vocalista, guitarrista, pianista) e Meg White (bateria, percussão e vocal de apoio). Eles são conhecidos pelo seu som lo-fi e simplicidade nas composições e arranjos, notoriamente inspirados pelo punk e pelo blues rock, pelo folk rock e pela música country. Dia 14 de julho de 2007 marcou o aniversário de dez anos da dupla
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Outras músicas:
- 7 Nation Army
- A Martyr For My Love For You
- Ain't That Lonely Yet
- Apple Blossom
- Fell In Love With A Girl
- Forever For Her
- Hotel Yorba
- I Think I Smell A Rat
- I Want To Be The Boy To Warm Your Mother's Heart
- Icky Thump
- In The Cold Cold Night
- My Doorbell
- Offend In Every Way
- One More Cup Of Coffee
- Prickly Thorn, But Sweetly Worn
- Rag And Bone
- Seven Nation Army
- Seven Nation Army (simplified)
- Seven Nations Army
- The Air Near My Fingers
- Walking With A Ghost
- We Are Going To Be Friends
- We're Going To Be Friends
- In The Cold, Cold Night
- Little Ghost
- 300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues
- As Ugly As I Seem
- Ashtray Heart
- Baby Brother
- Ball And Biscuit
- Big Three Killed My Baby
- Black Math
- Bo Weevil
- Bone Broke
- Broken Bricks
- De Ballit Of De Boll Weevil
- Dead Leaves And The Dirty Ground
- Denial Twist
- Do
- Effect And Cause
- For The Love Of Ivy
- Forever For Her Is Over For Me
- Good To Me
- Hand Springs
- Honey We Cant Afford To Look This Cheap
- Hypnotize
- I Fell In Love With A Girl
- I Just Dont Know What To Do With Myself
- Im Bound To Pack It Up
- Im Finding It Harder To Be A Gentleman
- Im Lonely But I Aint That Lonely Yet
- Its My Fault For Being Famous
- Its True That We Love One Another
- Jolene
- Jumble Jumble
- Lets Build A Home
- Lets Shake Hands
- Lord Send Me An Angel
- Lovesick
- Now Mary
- Passive Manipulation
- Prickly Thorn But Sweetly Worn
- Rated X
- Same Boy Youve Always Known
- Screwdriver
- St James Infirmary Blues
- Sugar Never Tasted So Good
- Take Take Take
- The Big Three Killed My Baby
- The Hardest Button To Button
- The Pain
- The Union Forever
- Theres No Home For You Here
- This Protector
- Truth Doesnt Make A Noise
- Van Lear Rose
- Were Going To Be Friends
- When I Hear My Name
- White Moon
- Why Cant You Be Nicer To Me
- Womens Prison
- You Dont Know What Love Is You Just Do As Youre Told
- Your Southern Can Is Mine
- Youre Pretty Good Looking
- Youve Got Her In Your Pocket
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Standard Tuning EADGBe
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D----0-3-3-3-2-0-----|----------------------|----------|
A--3-------------3-3-|----0-1-1-1-0---------|-1p0------|
E--------------------|--3------------3-1-1--|-----3-1--|
Verse 1:
F
Well, I want to try and hold my head up high
C
In this busted-up Pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
Bb C Bb
Well, you have to make an effort with me, can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me?
F C F
There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide
Verse 2:
F
When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
C
I told the boss we had a Mercedes-Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
Bb C Bb
Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer, well we might have to cut and sell your long hair
F C F
I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal
Chorus 1:
Bb
Yeah, well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
C
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
Bb F Bb
I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer?
F C F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap.
Verse 3:
F
We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
C
There's too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
Bb C Bb
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters that we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
F C F
We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands
Chorus 2:
Bb
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
C
Got an image to live up to, in the best motel on Imposter Street
Bb F C
While the Jones are waltzin off to dinner we glue old lotto tix together tryin to make us a winner
F C F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
(end)
E--------------------|----------------------|----------|
B--------------------|----------------------|----------|
G--------------------|----------------------|----------|
D----0-3-3-3-2-0-----|----------------------|----------|
A--3-------------3-3-|----0-1-1-1-0---------|-1p0------|
E--------------------|--3------------3-1-1--|-----3-1--|
Verse 1:
F
Well, I want to try and hold my head up high
C
In this busted-up Pinto truck conversion between the broken concrete and the cloudy sky
Bb C Bb
Well, you have to make an effort with me, can you make it look like you're chauffeuring me?
F C F
There's enough gas to get us home now if we glide
Verse 2:
F
When we took this job I thought that you knew the deal
C
I told the boss we had a Mercedes-Benz but all we got in our yard is a steering wheel
Bb C Bb
Well, I can't borrow this tuxedo much longer, well we might have to cut and sell your long hair
F C F
I don't mind you wearing a wig, but I won't steal
Chorus 1:
Bb
Yeah, well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
C
We need to make it look like we're high class, so we'll haul ourself on, we can't be beat
Bb F Bb
I can't help but wonder, this time next year, will we be drinking Dom Perignon or reheated beer?
F C F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap.
Verse 3:
F
We have to keep up appearances as long as we can
C
There's too much to lose, our social status, well, our ice machine, and our ceiling fan
Bb C Bb
And if they find out that we ain't real songwriters that we go Dutch on cigarette lighters
F C F
We're gonna lose the paradise that's in our hands
Chorus 2:
Bb
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
C
Got an image to live up to, in the best motel on Imposter Street
Bb F C
While the Jones are waltzin off to dinner we glue old lotto tix together tryin to make us a winner
F C F
Well, honey, we can't afford to look this cheap
(end)
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