Father John Misty - Leaving LA Lyrics

Leaving LA by Father John Misty
Album : Pure Comedy
Released : 2017
Genre : Alternative Rock
Label : Sub Pop Records

I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I’d have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free
Oh baby, it’s 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 don’t 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 *** or birth control
Just run the tap until the water’s cold
Anything else you can get online
A creation myth or a .45
You’re 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
She’s like, “Oh great, that’s just what we all need
Another white guy in 2017
Who takes himself so goddamn seriously.”
She’s not far off, the strange thing is
That’s 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 God’s own truth
He’s a national treasure now, and here’s 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 I’ll never do this, but is it okay?
Don’t want to be that guy but it’s my birthday
If everything ends with the photo then I’m on my way

Ohhh-ho-o-oh oh-ho-ho-ho-oh

I watched my old gods all collapse
Were way more violent than my cartoon past
It’s like my father said before he croaked
“Son, you’re killing me, and that’s all folks.”
So why is it I’m so distraught
That what I’m selling is getting bought
At some point you just can’t 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 there’s always someone willing to
Fill up the spaces that I couldn’t use
Nonetheless, I’ve been practicing my whole life
Washing dishes, playing drums, and getting by
Until I figured, if I’m 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 I’m merely a minor fascination to
Manic virginal lust and college dudes
I’m 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 music’s from
The time at JCPenney’s with my mom
The watermelon candy I was choking on
Barbara screaming, “Someone help my son!”
I relive it most times the radio’s on
That “tell me lies, sweet little white lies” song
That’s when I first saw the comedy won’t stop for
Even little boys dying in the department store

So we leave town in total silence
New Year’s Day, it’s 6 o’clock AM
I’ve never seen Sunset this abandoned
Reminds me predictably of the world’s end
It’ll 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…

Father John Misty – Pure Comedy (Album 2017 )

○ ” Father John Misty ” Songs :

● “Nancy From Now On”

[Quotable]
I’m going where my body leads me
I can fend for myself
With what looks I have left
I’ll put away a few
And pretty soon I’ll be breaking things like Howard Hughes

● “The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment”

[Quotable]
We sang “Silent Night” in three parts which was fun
Till she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don’t you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya

● “Holy ***”

[Quotable ]
Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden boughs and mercury
Bohemian nightmare,
Dust bowl chic
This documentary’s lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless ***
Independence, happiness

● “Bored In The USA”

[Quotable ]
Oh, just a little bored in the USA
Save me, white Jesus
Bored in the USA
Oh, they gave me a useless education
And a subprime loan
On a craftsman home

● “Real Love Baby”

[Quotable ]
I’m in love, I’m alive
I belong to the stars and sky
Let’s forget who we are for one night
We’re not animals baby
It’s the people who lie

● “He Doesn’t Know Why “

[Quotable ]
See your rugged hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight
All the evidence of your vacant life
My brother, you were gone

● “Blue Ridge Mountains”

[ Quotable]
You’re ever welcome with me any time you like
Let’s drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes
So no one gets worried, no

● “Tiger Mountain Peasant Song”

[Quotable]
Dear shadow, alive and well
How can the body die?
You tell me everything
Anything true

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Father John Misty – Leaving LA Lyrics