Brutal Politic

by JP Klipspringer

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03:49
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03:29
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04:21
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released November 18, 2016

Produced by Stephen Mowat, Rohan Sforcina and Jack Poulson.

Engineered by Stephen Mowat (1, 2, 3, 5); Rohan Sforcina (4, 8, 9, 10); Simon Lam (7) and Ben McCarthy (6).

All songs written by Jack Poulson.

Jack Poulson - vocals, guitars, mellotron, keys, bass.

Josh Barber - drums, percussion (1, 2, 3, 5, 7)
Rich Bradbeer - bass (2, 3, 5)
Paul Guardiani - bass (1, 7)
Stephen Mowat - additional guitar, backing vocals (1, 2)
Rohan Sforcina - drums, percussion (4, 9)
Jim Rindfleish - drums (6)
Ben McCarthy - bass, percussion (6)
Shannon Busch - backing vocals (3)

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JP Klipspringer Melbourne, Australia

JP Klipspringer is the recording project of Melbourne songwriter Jack Poulson. Klipspringer’s lush and arresting tunes take influence from artists as varied as Elliott Smith and Primal Scream, drawing comparisons to The xx, James Blake and Wild Nothing. ... more

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Track Name: Words For Me
Have you got some words for me?
I’ve been waiting since you last stuck your knife in me
And spread my teeth across the grass
I know we were hypnotised
I know you were ‘looking out for me’
But that won’t work this time
All those words are truly mine

I’d kill to see you win
To see you make the new year through
But I’d kill for oxygen
I’d kill to leave you
I’d write to everyone
Everyone we ever knew
And I’d tell them all at once
That we were through

Have you got some words for me?
I’ve been waiting since you last stuck your knife in me
And spread my teeth across the grass
I know we were hypnotised
I know you were ‘looking out for me’
But that won’t work this time
All those words are truly mine
Track Name: I Blame Carl Weathers
I lost myself in you
What broken lovers do
I forgot whatever I don't need to know about you

A liquid fireball to tear through us all
And take whatever you made on your own

I crawled through the falling dark
I pulled all these bones apart
I knew it would break us

Set to Tapegun
Blindfold for everyone
Cut whatever you said from your tongue

I crawled through the falling dark
I pulled all these bones apart
I knew it would break us

From this black hole cul-de-sac
I dream of turning back
I know it will break us

I blame you, I blame you
Yes I do, yes I do
Track Name: Watch the River
We couldn't see, for the fire, the smoke in our eyes
This Burnside love made dirty liars of all our lies
This south east affair kept dirty hours
I kept tripping stairs
Division's beat crept siren sounds
I left them there

Watch the river come wild
I once flew over a scene like that

Slip the night through
Take good care
I blame it on you
Slip the night through
Sweet Savannah fair
I am off you

Watch the river come wild
I once flew over a scene like that

I'm gonna' use it, or I'm gonna' die
I'm gonna' take you away tonight
Track Name: Bubbling, Boiling Wine
I’m an ungrateful shit
I burnt my tongue to bits
Lapping up your wine
Your bubbling, boiling wine

I could break your heart
I’ll try again at first dark
With chef’s own complements
I serve you
Fool
My friend

I’m an impatient shit
I burnt my hands to bits
Scooping up your lies
Your bubbling, boiling lies

And I could break your heart
I’ll try again at first dark
With chef’s own complements
I serve you
Fool
My friend

Giving you nothing
Coming back with nothing
Track Name: So Polite
I'm so polite that I would not think to laugh
Not even inside
You would not hear me laugh
If you lost your back to the wall
Hit your head on the kitchen door
If you lost the fire and the spark
If your whole grim life just fell apart

I would not think to laugh
You will not hear me laugh
When you finally fall apart

Take it from
I don't want it here
Take it from
I don't need it here

I don't want these records anymore
I don't need these ice blocks to melt on the floor
I don't want to put your fire out
I don't want to see your colours down

But I would not think to laugh
You will not hear me laugh
When you finally fall apart
Track Name: The Beast
I will touch your lonely body in the Naked Sea
And I will spend your dirty money when you drown for free

My the Beast follow you
And drag you under
I mean that
I do, I do
Roll on, summer

I could run from everybody if I stole your shoes
But I would talk to everybody if I looked like you

May the Beast follow you
And drag you under
I mean that
I do, I do
Roll on, summer
Track Name: Can't Be
Louisiana breeze is all in your mind
This pot of boiling mud will bleed your skin dry
When my baby comes for me, I’ll say that I’m fine

Decatur found her place in you first time
She’ll drop your bones at sea and taste your salty eyes
When my baby comes for me, I’ll say that I’m fine

It can’t be long
Track Name: I Deserve Your Love (& Other Tall Tales)
Your pressure knows me
It holds me just right
It keeps my hair dry, oh my
And oh I hate to think of all those dirty lies
But if you want I'll tell them all night

Have you seen Lullie?
She's closing the walls on me
She's got everyone looking straight through me
I can't see for the smoking chimneys

Now her angel hovers above the Darling lines
She can't choose which way to die
She just spins away the night

Your pressure knows me
It holds me just right
It keeps my hair dry, oh my
And oh I hate to think of all those sober lies
But if you want I'll keep them
If you want I'll be them
Won't you just believe them?

I read every tell
I know just what they spell
I'm tight with Sansa Stark
I'm kissing her as well
I know my judo well
And I'm just as comfortable crawling through the dark
As driving manual

I can drive manual

I deserve your love
Track Name: Moonlight Receptions, Nicholson Street
When I heard a Spanish guitar at the Moonlight Centre, it made me dream of you and how we’d wondered if anybody went there. As it turns out, yes, they do. There was clapping. There was cheering. I heard it all. Oh, yes, they do. When I heard a Spanish guitar at the Moonlight Centre it made me dream of you.

When I heard that Glen McGrath was a trophy hunter, I somehow thought of you. I wondered if everybody knew this. As it turns out, yes, they do.
There was laughing. There were haircuts. And then there was nothing. And though I strongly disapprove, when I heard that Glen McGrath was a trophy hunter, it made me dream of you.

When highest mountains fall through the bootleg thunder, the only names that I call are False Intrigue and Personal Sabotage - their brutal politic so hard to clean from the floor.
When highest mountains fall through the bootleg thunder I always dream of you.

Watch the ball
Watch the ball
Where’s the ball?
Where’s the ball?
Dropped the ball
Dropped the ball
Watch the ball
Track Name: Back Pocket's Lament
Chalk it up to a weak defense or a lack of speed
I’ve got no strength overhead
I don’t know where to lead
I’ve got no goal kicking sense, and no handballs received
I can’t win the ball myself
I’ve got dodgy knees

I’m hiding under the same old cover, and I’m drunk
Can’t you see?
I would be a ghost fucking lover if you didn’t make it home to me