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Resin Lip (BK 21)

The Widow

Frances The Mute

artwork by hateisover

WEIRD SEX 
FAKE FRIENDS 
FAKE DRUGS TOO
BUT IT ALL FEELS THE SAME 
LAYING NEXT TO YOU 

I WANNA LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
AND SAY FUCK A 9-5
I WAS BORN TO BE FAMOUS
AND DRUNK ALL NIGHT

FAST FOWARD TO 2026
DRIVING IN THE HILLS 
LISTENING TO A NEW MIX 
OF MY ALBUM NOW,
THE THING OF WHICH I’M VERY PROUD
LETS PARTY TILL THE SUN COMES UP AND WE GO RIGHT DOWN 

WEIRD SEX FAKE DRUGS 
FAKE EVERYTHING
IM ON TOP OF THE WORLD
IM THE SEVENTH KING
YOU DON’T KNOW
I WOULD DO IT ALL AGAIN
IF IT MEANT I COULD REACH
ALL MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS 

BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I REALLY DO LOVE DOING WHAT I DO
BUT I LOVE IT EVEN MORE WHEN I DO IT JUST FOR YOU
SO TELL ME HOW TO PLEASE YOU 
AND IF ITS SOMETHING THAT I SAY
ILL TATTOO IT ON MY HAND
AND SAY IT AS I PRAY 

Mannequin 
Jumpstart
Fast cars 
Body part
 
THE PARTIES OVER
NOW ITS TIME TO GO HOME
THE STREETS ARE COLD
MY MATTRESS FOAM 
DON’T TEMPT ME
LIKE A DOG TO A BONE
I KNOW THAT YOU KNOW I DON’T LIKE BEING ALONE

DO YOU LIKE THE WAY THAT I DRESS
THE WAY THAT MY BODYS
SCULPTED TO IMPRESS
WEIRD SEX FAKE DRUGS
BUT ITS ALL THE SAME
ID STILL RECOGNIZE YOUR EYES
IF YOU HAD A DIFFERENT NAME

WEIRD SEX

The Thermopylae. (Fogey's Remix)

Aporia is a confrontation with the void—the kind of album that doesn’t just play, it unravels you. It starts with a controlled chaos, pulling apart the scaffolding of thought, then drags you deeper into the soft, distorted pulse of dissolution. You don’t listen to this record so much as experience it—your sense of time slips, your body forgets where it ends, and your mind keeps circling questions it can’t answer.

The sound is heavy but never violent. It’s cerebral, textured, haunting. Guitars melt into ambience, drums skip and fracture, and the voice—resonant and human—threads through it all like a tether you’re not sure you trust. It feels ancient and futuristic at once. Cold yet intimate. Like you’re remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

By the end, you’re not the same. You’ve stood in the place where thought gives up, and you’ve felt the silence stare back.

Aporia doesn’t give you peace.
It gives you the beauty of falling apart—on purpose.

Flesh of Logic

Sick Songs for Infected People

Fuck the Immunesystem!

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

Father John Misty's album Pure Comedy is out now on 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:
When my personal demons are screaming
And when my door of madness is half-open

You stand alongside
And say something to the effect that everything'll be
Alright
Soon
Smoochie

Chaos attends to creation
And when the shadows inside me vie for attention

You stand alongside
And say something perfect like "concealment feeds the fear."
And hand me a sea peach
And say, "Come, come over here
Smoochie."

Frances The Mute

The Mars Volta

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