Get Behind Me Satan

"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. how to keep us all interested enough to not drift off and start fantasizing about those romantic things. but then again, what about those things in books, and in movies? are they real? does anybody care? you ride the bus dont you? aint nobody ever bumped into you before? was it an accident? lotta questions. rhett and scarlett, what are they? cant be true love. but there are others. unrequited is a word too. its in the dictionary. after truth i beleive. everyday life i guess some others 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, stagind, destiny, mis en scene, hope for internal completion? everyone's talking about their hurt and their rage on the radio. and the armchair judge is the family bible in primetime 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 theres one truth, with no subjectivity. and in the corner is a booth with some productivity. under my arm is a device with conductivity and i gave it to you. no lessons ok? the city i live in, it aint no different man! your sidewalk has less cracks in it? how spoiled we are! funny, funny, funny. but you must have bought a book, and it is a reality to hold in your thought, lets 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 fulfilled? 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 did you know that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too, but to be taken from is loss and totally false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthiering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hard at something never to acheive 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? wheres a starbucks when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? you're the book dammit. you are the morning. dont deny yourself with this duty-woman! dont damn yourself with a painted smile on skull-man! put it on the table. and dont deny it. whatever it is. do yourself a favor and breathe real, get it? funny, we're all still here man. nobody left, and its odd because the more you deny it, the funnier it gets. three kids are playing on the playground, and one turns to the other and says, "are they making us go to school or are we learning for the 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 do, and we all root for the underdog in the book, we cant 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 sports game. you know, but-- hey wouldnt it be nice if every sports team was only allowed to have team members from its own city? no trading. evil can be funny. righteousness is a barrel of laughs too. come on, we all know! its a new century, no sarcasm kids. boy these kids can take! how bout take the tongues out of their 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 assumed could be. they made the films to explore what you didnt get to do at work today. and they wrote the songs to fill in the gaps between being someplace, and getting there. but it by no means, don't mean, it cant 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 pushes 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 sometimes not options at all, but distractions of 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 sitll waiting always for you. i think we're gonna be ok."
-Jack White, in the liner notes of his new album "Get Behind Me Satan," out today.