whitesploitation

by chris klippel

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released December 2, 2011

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Chris Klippel San Francisco, California

"a catchy mishmash of his clarinet, guitar, and loads of falsetto harmonies over toe-tapping rhythms . . . some of the most inventive sounds I’ve heard all year." - The Bay Bridged

Nominated for The Deli SF Magazine's Best New Artist of 2013

"keeping our city funky and colorful, a bright contrast beneath the machine grey cloud of the tech-age." - The Deli Magazine
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Track Name: The Chump Ain't Real
god is what you find when you get through
to the meaning of you
but maybe your trying but maybe its all wrong.
but maybe its all wrong.
youll know its right it front of you
gotta get behind the thoughts you thought you knew,
and maybe your trying, maybe its too soon.

will you be the one for me who shows some generosity?
could you be the one to see and show just where i outta be?
chorus lines and chords are fine to express what you think of time,
but words express the mind and i dont know what im to do with mine.

lay back, relax.
do what you wanna do.

trying to be kind what words to use?
gotta bear in mind, diffuse, and introduce
ideas you can find: let none confuse.
if youre really so inclined: lay back, relax,
youll get through.

will you be the one for me who shows some generosity?
could you be the one to see and show just where i outta be?
chorus lines and chords are fine to express what you think of time,
but words express the mind and i dont know what im to do with mine.

lay back, relax.
do what you wanna do.

try and what you find is likely to be false,
and maybe youre trying but maybe youre all wrong.

will you be the one for me who shows some generosity?
could you be the one to see and show just where i outta be?
chorus lines and chords are fine to express what you think of time,
but words express the mind and i dont know what im to do with mine.

dwelling in the mind, its likely youll be caught.
but maybe youre trying
and maybe youll be sought

youre killing them with kindness, blindness,
what youve got
and maybe theyre crying
but maybe theyll be taught

youre living on my dime, my tithe, tenth,
work done lost
im saving my diamonds
im changing my whole walk

im filling up my time with mindful,
youthful thoughts
and maybe im dying
but maybe we're all wrong

will you be the one for me who shows some generosity?
could you be the one to see and show just where i outta be
chorus lines and chords are fine to express what you think of time
but words express the mind and i dont know what im to do with mine

but i really wanna try to see behind
the grand design, just then:
i thought a lot of TIMES
absurd, confused.
i brought a couple DIMES
what i thought could be used

you can dig it, trouble time
theres no taboo
or a fleeting feeling grime
that washes over you.
cause maybe im lying
i must conclude, will you?

will you be the one for me who shows some generosity?
could you be the one to see and show just where i outta be
chorus lines and chords are fine to express what you think of time
but words express the mind and i dont know what im to do with mine
Track Name: frustration
surprise came around, im letting it out.
born to be alive.
i bet you win, i dont care.
peace leaves me being so unfair.
frustration washes over my mind.
Track Name: If You're Going Past (My Swerve)
when the moon's hanging heavy in the sky
i gotta run, i gotta fly.
when the moon's hanging low
i gotta go i gotta go.
if youre going past, if you dont
i dont want to know if you dont go.
and if youre going through, if you do
i dont want to be seen in the background
with my pants down,
im trying to get on with my swerve
you dont want to let me.
ive had it about to here.
if i wanna drink, if i wanna smoke/drink with you...
yeah i dont want to get too drunk too.
if you want to dance with me, ill take you to my room
cause i dont want to be chopped and screwed
standing on a corner
with my pants down to my knees
you dont want to see me
ive had it about to here.
someone once told me:
gold grows at the bottom of trees
leaves fall and they die
i see that its life
breaking through the cracks of concrete
that grow into the city streets
i make my home among the trees and leaves of stone
alone ive come to be..
if you want to be if you want to be alone with me too:
ive got some motherfucking tests for you
and if you pass, or if you dont pass
if you dont like you want to
then maybe we can bend the rules some
have a two-some
got me thinking i could use some
Track Name: Zombies Attack (the last journal)
"follow me: come out of hiding. i know youre close. i can feel your heart. follow me, we'll group together. youll get your chance. just listen closely: i know youre lost for words, arent we all. but the key to our survival is in our own hands."
following eachothers movements. "we've come to far." "we're getting closer now, probably." a constant movement for three whole weeks. its getting old. i miss miss my wife and my kids. i can feel their hearts,
but the key to my survival is in my own hands.
still following. theres only four now. we lost the girls. its getting harder now. wandering. thoughts distract me. "wheres my home?" its getting worse. i miss my wife and my kids. i can feel their hearts. but the key to my survival is in my own hands.

"please dont let them grab you! im right here! oh no."
"oh no"
"now im gone, im gone. now im here with you again, now im back. im back, baby. now im here."
Track Name: Oaktown
i go back to oaktown
another place to be
in the mirror i see the way back
to the old town
take another look and never gets any nearer
in fact
it gets farther away
in a way it always seems to change

and when i stop it catches me
its safe to walk, and its safe to breathe
i brushed you off so casually
my self has got a hold on me

im on track now a little older
i didnt used to be
but im used to seeing into the cracks
of the old now
take another look and it always gets a bit clearer
its a trap
as it gets further away
in a way it always seems to change

when i stop it fetches me
until its safe to talk and its safe to be
the chords still prop up prophecy
quarter notes stop and the chorus leads