No relation to the St. Elsewhere B-side. This is a swaggering, blues-rock jam. Danger Mouse uses a fuzzy, overdriven guitar riff. CeeLo plays the jaded lover: "Whatever, I don't need you / See how I bleed you?" It’s the album’s angriest moment.
The album’s emotional core. Starting with a lush, cinematic string section, this is a suicide contemplation set to a beautiful melody. "Thoughts of me / Not being here / To put your mind at ease." Rather than being bleak, CeeLo finds redemption by the end. Danger Mouse’s production is sparse—just piano, voice, and eventually a heartbreaking harp. A masterpiece. gnarls barkley discography
St. Elsewhere produced several non-album tracks worth hunting: "Whatever" (a stomping blues-rocker), "When I Arrive" (a triumphant beat-driven anthem), and the demo version of "Crazy" (slower, rawer). Studio Album #2: The Odd Couple (2008) Release Date: March 18, 2008 (US), April 8, 2008 (Worldwide) Label: Downtown/Atlantic Chart Position: #2 (US Billboard 200) RIAA Certification: Gold No relation to the St
What can be said? Co-written by both members, the song is built on a sample of the string section from Gianfranco Reverberi’s “Last Man Standing” (from a 1968 Spaghetti Western). Lyrically, it is a meditation on solipsism and mental health disguised as a dance track. "Does that make me crazy?" It became the first UK single to top the charts on downloads alone, and Rolling Stone later named it the #1 song of the 2000s decade. Danger Mouse uses a fuzzy, overdriven guitar riff
The horror-soul track. Over a lurching, Fender Rhodes piano loop and a burping bassline, CeeLo sings about a literal monster under his bed. But like all great Gnarls songs, it’s also about anxiety and addiction. "All he ever wanted was a taste / Now he wants to move into my place." The saxophone solo at the end is pure noir.
The tempo returns. A funky, staccato guitar riff drives a song about plastic surgery and identity transformation. "I'm turning into a transformer / You might not know me by the time I'm done." It’s playful, but the subtext about fame’s erosion of self is sharp.
A spoken-word, treated vocal piece over a reversed piano loop. It sounds like a patient’s intake form read through a broken radio. Weird, short, essential for atmosphere.