Black People White People
| Black People White People | |
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| Written by | Joe Hawley |
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| Appears on | Joe Hawley Joe Hawley |
| Sung by | Joe Hawley, Tulsi Devi, Bora Karaca, Patrick Ratliff |
| Duration | 3:38 |
| Genre | Rock |
| Language | English |
Black People White People is the 2nd track on Joe Hawley's solo album, Joe Hawley Joe Hawley.
History
Black People White People was first rehearsed by Tally Hall during a rehearsal period for Good & Evil in 2009 at Danbro Studios.[1] A YouTube clip only features the first verse up to the first "What the fuck?", but may have more to it that was cut out. At some point Joe also recorded a solo demo and later uploaded it to YouTube.[2] The demo is a bit longer than the Tally Hall rehearsal and has weird pitched up and pitched down vocals against a simple synth, bass, and drum backing track. Each "What the fuck" in this demo is extremely pitched up, not too different from what was done for the final song.
Recording
The song samples The Little Ships by Jean Jacques Perrey, L’École Buissonnière by Jean Constantin, and Clarão da Lua by Nazaré Pereira.
Trivia
- Black People White People is very similar to & from Good & Evil lyrically, both being about duality. This may mean it inspired &, or the other way around.
Lyrics
Black People White People
Men's Team Women's Team
Coca-cola Pepsi-cola
Rich People Poor People
Funny People Serious People
Easter Bunny
What the !?
Black People White People
Kids' Team Adults' Team
Smokers Non-Smokers
Sexy People Ugly People
Traveling People Indigenous People
Bigfoot
What the !?
Black People White People
Fossil-Fueled Vehicles Electric Vehicles
Plant Eaters Meat Eaters
Civilized People Primitive People
Pious People Skeptical People
Antarctica
What the !?
Black People White People
Good Team Bad Team
7-Up Mountain Dew
Happy People Suicide People
Scandinavian People Caribbean People
People who were born to
Indonesian single moms in 1957 (fifty seven)
(nineteen fifty seven)
PR:I returned to the Earth to rebirth the hyperbolic
(sewed my con in the tract while you were sitting diastolic)
Lobachevskian fields betray the inharmonic
and Teutonic motivations
of the legions growing on it
Never gonna stop me (x4)
JH:A tip of the hat to you sir, I should spout!
What a riveting thesis I shan't live without;
if you'll kindly excuse me I'll pull up my slacks
And imagine no chasm betwixt knaves and jacks
TD:Delivered again, sweet ice cream in the middle
A jumble of flavors, a spliced team color riddle
I'm a head-freeze dichotomy, and mixed-race lobotomy
gazing at stars while they spar every part of me
Never gonna stop me (x4)
PR:Chronic electronics; Tulsi out the tropics
I's in the Cauc'us Mountains and working on my phonics
Atlas shrugs and burst the supersonic
Shadows on the wall; Plato's bees in your bonnet
BK:Do ghosts ride thinner than middle
(Ostensibly a riddle of complex complexion affinity
[but really mere proclivity for sun proximity
{vicinity of moon signals tidal paradiddle}])
Never gonna stop me (x14)