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Psalm For The Elks Lodge Last Call

One Great City!

The Reasons

Plea from a Cat Named Virtute

Our Endless Numbered Days

Love and Some Verses

Fox Confessor Brings The Flood

Lion's Jaws

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:

Naturally the Dying Man wonders to himself
Had his commentary been more lucid than anybody else?
And had he successfully beaten back the rising tide
Of idiots, dilettantes and fools
That were on his watch 
While he was alive
Lord, just a little more time

Oh, in no time at all this will be the distant past

So says the Dying Man once I’m in the box
Just think of all the overrated hacks running amok
And all of the pretentious, ignorant voices that will go unchecked
The homophobes, hipsters and one percent
The false feminists he’d managed to detect
Who will critique them once he’s left?

In no time at all this will be the distant past

What he’d give for one more day to rate and analyze
The world made in his image as of yet to realize
What a mess to leave behind 

Eventually the Dying Man takes his final breath
But first checks his newsfeed to see what he’s about to miss
It occurs to him a little late in the game
We leave as clueless as we came
From the rented heavens to the shadows in the cave
We’ll all be wrong one day

We’ll all be wrong someday

Pure Comedy

Ballad of the Dying Man

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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
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LYRICS:
When the god of love returns
There'll be hell to pay
Though the world may be out of excuses
I know just what I would say
Let the seven trumpets sound
As a locust sky grows dark
But first let's take you on a quick tour of your creation's handiwork

Billy got through the prisons and stores
And the pale horse looks a little sick
Says, "Jesus, you didn't leave a whole lot for me
If this isn't hell already then tell me what the hell is?"

And we say it's just human, human nature
This is place is savage and unjust
We crawled out of the darkness
And endured your impatience
We're more than willing to adjust
And now you've got the gall to judge us

The spider spins his web
The tiger stalks his prey
And we steal fire from the heavens to try to keep the night at bay
Every monster has a code
One that steadies the shaking hand
And he's determined to accrue more capital by whatever means he can

Oh, it's just human, human nature
We've got these appetites to serve
You must not know the first thing about human beings
We're the earth's most soulful predator
Try something less ambitious the next time you get bored

Oh, my Lord
We just want light in the dark
Some warmth in the cold
And to make something out of nothing sounds like someone else I know

When the God of Love Returns There'll Be Hell to Pay

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