LegendaryMonkey: Well, my newly initiated candy cane dreamers, we have now jammed and rocked out with Our Heroes Jack and Meg through their first two albums. De Stijl, their sophomore recording, and the subject of our last few manifestos, saw the White Stripes gain some small measure of fame, and they were feeling the burn when they kicked out the jams on their third album, White Blood Cells.

And as we have learned so far, children, Jack and Meg are all about statements. Love 'em or hate 'em, the White Stripes have got something to say... and here in today's offering, they're talking about fame — something that would later become a recurring theme for the band (see also: "The Union Forever," "Seven Nation Army," and "Blue Orchid").

"Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground"
White Blood Cells, 2002

LM: "Dead Leaves" is a wistful song about sacrifice and regret and it kicks off an album that is all about love — both the ups and the downs of that heady emotion. And the music behind it mirrors that — the drums break out and fade back and the guitar rips and wails through this emotional wasteland. Don't get me wrong, it's all very low key, but it's an avalanche of passion just waiting to burst — but being held back. Because, after all... the choice has already been made. Any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most. But he's still gotta live with it.

GA: The squealing fuzz of Jack's guitar would peg this as an example of "grunge rock." But this is not the whining I'ma-blow-my-miserable-brains-out of Nirvana. No, "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" is the White Stripes deepest romantic statement, very distant emotionally from Kurt Cobain.

Rather, "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground" is the best song Neil Young never wrote. Specifically, this is a direct spiritual descendent of "Cinnamon Girl." I don't want to get all crazy in the head and claim that Jack outdid the very best Neil Young song ever, but the two will go head to head.

Dead leaves and the dirty ground
when I know you're not around
shiny tops and soda pops
when I hear your lips make a sound
when I hear your lips make a sound
...
I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down
then I come home
no one to wrap my arms around
...
Well any man with a microphone
can tell you what he loves the most
and you know why you love at all
if you're thinking of the holy ghost
if you're thinking of the holy ghost

GA: I particularly appreciate how Jack underlines the spiritual nature of the romance with the religious connection in the closing line of lyrics.