Chris Robley | Straight White Male

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Straight White Male

by Chris Robley

Chris Robley files a toxicology report on American middle-class masculinity. Bits of psychedelia seethe beneath hypnotic electro beats.
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An electro pop song with hypnotic beats and bits of seething psychedelia underneath, in which Chris Robley files a toxicology report on American middle-class masculinity.

Written, performed, and recorded by Chris Robley at Bite My Tongue in Lewiston, Maine.

Mixed by Peter Rodocker at Yellow Room Recording in Portland, Oregon.

"Straight White Male":

There’s a streetlight out at the end of the cul-de-sac
where the crickets rub their legs in the woods out back
and the dark like debt stretches on,
you can’t tell what’s the woods and what’s your lawn.

Straight White Male,
did your straight white dad tell you hey kid you dare not fail
‘cause the measure, measure, measure of a real man’s in his hands?
Ain’t that right, white American man?

You put an angel up at the top of your Christmas tree
and it shines a little cheery light for all your kids and wife to see
but when the house falls asleep you unplug that wire.
Leave it on too long you know it’ll start a fire.

Straight White Male,
like the big fat head of the old snake who eats his tale,
the only thing you understand’s the only thing you understand.
Ain’t that right, white American man?

Straight White Male,
you know your rising tide is useless if the wind doesn’t fill all sails,
but you better bail a leaky boat and never lose sight of land.
Ain’t that right, white American man?

There’s a streetlight out at the end of your mortgaged lawn
and somewhere across town, lights are coming on.

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