Who’s got it figured out Left right, left right got it figured out

Artist- The Dead Weather
Song of the day- Treat me like your mother

So my mom was just telling me how much she enjoyed my blog, hopefully that won't change after this song. Though I'm not one for unneeded violence, I do like my share of badassness. And today's song proves that duets aren't just for the love filled souls, but also those a little more hardcore and leathery. Jack Black's newest band The Dead Weather is all about the loud, the intense, and apparently the wearing of all black and shootings in backyard suburbs. I don't really like this video, there's really nothing happening besides face to face machine gun mayhem that goes on far too long. But I like the end when they have both run out of bullets and Black stairs blankly with his gun up covered in blood and bullet holes. They've let out all the aggression they can and what's left? Nothing. He doesn't feel better, or even any closure, all he can do is walk away after the fight completely filled with holes. Ohhhh the symbolism, how I could just eat it up. It's not the fighting that can free us, but the aftermath that truly stands to test our strength. Maybe today, that's important to remember.

Treat me like your mother — The Dead Weather from Banya Concept on Vimeo.

Don’t act like you can’t act
I always think you do it
You better learn to shake hands
Treat me like your mother

Don’t act like you can’t act
Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
Treat me like your mother

You came up, too late
You came up, too late now
You came up, too late
To do a thing

Come on look me in the eye
You wanna try to tell a lie
I’ll bet you can’t and you know why?
I’m just like your mother

Look me in the eye now
You wanna try to tell a lie
You can’t and you know why?
I’m just like your mother

You came up, too late
You came up, too late now
You came up, too late
Play dumb, play dead, play straight

Who’s got it figured out?
{play dumb, play dead, play straight}
Who’s got it figured out? Play straight
Time to manipulate

M-A-N-I-P-U-late
M-A-N-I-P-U-late
M-A-N-I-P-U-late
M-A-N-I-P-U-late
Am I too,
Am I late
Am I too
Am I late
Am I, am I, am I, am I,
am I too
Late

Who’s got it figured out
Left right, left right got it figured out
Who’s got it figured out play straight

Stand up like a man
You better learn to shake hands
Look me in the eye now
Treat me like your mother

Come on, look me in the eye
You wanna try to tell a lie?
You can’t and you know why?
I’m just like your mother

Play dumb, play dead
Tryin’ to manipulate

You blink when you breathe an d you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
You blink when you breathe an d you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie
You blink when you breathe an d you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie

Who’s got it figured out
Left right, left right got it figured out
Who’s got it figured out, play straight
Tryin to manipulate
Who’s got it figured out
{Left, left right} left right left right
Who’s got it figured out, play straight
Tryin to manipulate

You blink when you breathe an d you breathe when you lie
You blink when you lie