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"THE MOTEL THREATENED TO KILL ME"  - Daniel Larson

Sorry I’m not the best screamer 
Prod. CrystalBeach

Horse (Official Audio)

Frank Ocean - Strawberry Swing

Anyone Can Play Guitar

this is fine.

smoothie

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Father John Misty's album Pure Comedy is available now on Deluxe 2xLP / 2xLP / CD / DL / CS in Europe through Bella Union and the rest of the world from Sub Pop.

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LYRICS:
The comedy of man starts like this:
Our brains are way too big for our mother’s hips
So, nature, she devised this alternative:
We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end
Is kind enough
To fill us in
And, babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since

Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
Like say that half of us are periodically iron deficient
So somebody’s gotta go kill something while I look after the kids
I’d do it myself, but what, are you gonna get this thing his milk?
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt we can switch
It’s hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
Ladies, I hope we don’t end up regretting this

Comedy
Now that’s what I call pure comedy
Just wait until the part where they start to believe
They’re at the center of everything
And some all powerful being
Endowed this horror show with meaning

Their religions are the best
They worship themselves but they’re totally obsessed
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks
In these unbelievable outfits
And they get terribly upset
If you question their sacred texts 
Written by woman-hating epileptics

Their languages just tend to confuse them
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
Now they’re much too bright for the old superstitions 
But they’re yet to find a new one they won’t serve

Where did they find these clowns they elected to rule them
They recline in outrage at the 
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
So they can go on being godless animals

Comedy
Their illusions that are all that they can see
Their horizons that just forever recede
How’s this for irony:
Their idea of being free
Is a prison of beliefs
They’ve every right to never leave

Comedy
It’s like something that a madman would conceive
The only thing that seems to makes them feel alive
Is the struggle to survive
But the only thing that they request 
Is something to numb the pain with
Until there’s nothing human left

Just random matter suspended in the dark
Hate to say it, but each other’s all we’ve got

Pure Comedy

Listen To The Full Album: https://soundcloud.com/fatherjohnmisty/sets/pure-comedy-album

Father John Misty's album Pure Comedy is out now Bella Union (Europe) and the rest of the world on Sub Pop.

Purchase CD/LP/Tape (USA): http://fatherjohnmisty.store
Purchase CD/LP/Tape (UK/EU): http://bellaunion.greedbag.com
Purchase CD/LP (Australia): http://fjm.lnk.to/PureComedy
Download on iTunes: http://smarturl.it/FJMPCITUNES
Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/1261271772/playlist/6oin5MSS5K0eaDMWZ63MDG

Father John Misty On The Web:
www.fatherjohnmisty.com
www.facebook.com/fatherjohnmisty

LYRICS:
It got too hot and so we overthrew the system
'Cause there's no place for human existence like right here
On this bright blue marble orbited by trash
Man, there's no beating that
It was no big thing to give up the way of life we had

Oh ho oh

My social life is now quite a bit less hectic
The nightlife and the protests are pretty scarce
Now I mostly spend the long days walking through the city
Empty as a tomb
Sometimes I miss the top of the food chain
But what a perfect afternoon

Industry and commerce toppled to their knees
The gears of progress halted
The underclass set free
The super-ego shatters with our ideologies
The obscene injunction to enjoy life
Disappears as in a dream
And as we return to out native state
To our primal scene
The temperature, it started dropping
The ice floes began to freeze

From time to time we all get a bit restless
With no one advertising to us constantly
But the tribe at the former airport
Some nights has meat and dancing
If you don't mind gathering and hunting
We're all still pretty good at eating on the run
Things it would have been helpful to know before the revolution

Though I'll admit some degree of resentment
For the sudden lack of convenience around here
But there are some visionaries among us developing some products
To aid us in our struggle to survive

On this godless rock that refuses to die

Things It Would Have Been Helpful To Know Before The Revolution

2nd track of roy pablo EP

About dating 

Recording: Erik Thorsheim
Mix: Matias Tellez

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