- Father John Misty Leaving LA 歌詞
- Father John Misty
- I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit Id have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free
Oh baby, its time to leave
Take the van and the hearse down to New Orleans
Leave under the gaze of the billboard queens
Five-foot chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans
These L.A. phonies and their ******** bands
That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads the pulled quote from my last cover piece
Entitled 'The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Speaks'
You can hear it all over the airwaves
The manufactured gasp of the final days
Someone should tell them bout the time that they dont have
To praise the glorious future and the hopeless past
A few things the songwriter needs
Arrows of Love, a mask of Tragedy
But if you want ecstasy or birth control
Just run the tap until the waters cold
Anything else you can get online
A creation myth or a .45
Youre going to need one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive
Mara taunts me neath the tree
Shes like, 'Oh great, thats just what we all need
Another white guy in 2017
Who takes himself so goddamn seriously.'
Shes not far off, the strange thing is
Thats pretty much what I thought when I started this
It took me my whole life to learn to the play the G
But the role of Oedipus was a total breeze
Still I dreamt of garnering all rave reviews
Just believably a little north of Gods own truth
Hes a national treasure now, and heres the proof
In the form of his major label debut
A little less human with each release
Closing the gap between the mask and me
I swear Ill never do this, but is it okay?
Dont want to be that guy but its my birthday
If everything ends with the photo then Im on my way
Ohhh- ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh
Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh
I watched my old gods all collapse
Were way more violent than my cartoon past
Its like my father said before he croaked
'Son, youre killing me, and thats all folks.'
So why is it Im so distraught
That what Im selling is getting bought
At some point you just cant control
What people use your fake name for
So I never learned to play the lead guitar
I always more preferred the speaking parts
Besides theres always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces that I couldnt use
Nonetheless, Ive been practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if Im here then I just might
Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlights
Maya, the mother of illusions, a beard, and I
2000 years or so since Ovid taught
Night-blooming, teenage rosebuds, dirty talk
And Im merely a minor fascination to
Manic virginal lust and college dudes
Im beginning to begin to see the end
Of how it all goes down between me and them
Some 10-verse chorus-less diatribe
Plays as they all jump ship, 'I used to like this guy
This new **** really kinda makes me wanna die'
Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh
Ohhh-ho-oh-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh
My first memory of musics from
The time at JCPenneys with my mom
The watermelon candy I was choking on
Barbara screaming, 'Someone help my son!'
I relive it most times the radios on
That 'tell me lies, sweet little white lies' song
Thats when I first saw the comedy wont stop for
Even little boys dying in the department store
So we leave town in total silence
New Years Day, its 6 oclock AM
Ive never seen Sunset this abandoned
Reminds me predictably of the worlds end
Itll be good to get more space
God knows what all these suckers paid
I can stop drinking and you can write your script
But what we both think now is. ..
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