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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Father John Misty
Father John Misty
Vocals
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Electric Guitar
Keefus Green
Keefus Green
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Producer
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Producer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Hugo Nicolson
Hugo Nicolson
Recording Engineer
Phil Ek
Phil Ek
Mixing Engineer
Wylie Gelber
Wylie Gelber
Assistant Engineer

Letras

I ran down the road, pants down to my knees Screaming, "Please, come help me That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me" And I'm writing a novel Because it's never been done before First house that I saw, I wrote house up on the door And told the people who lived there They had to get out 'cause my reality is realer than yours And there's no time in the present And there's a black dog on the bed I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes And the dog ran out and said "You can't turn nothing into nothing", is with me no more Well, I'm no doctor But that monkey might be right And if he is I'll be walking him my whole life I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neil He said, "You're gonna have to drive me down on the beach If you ever want to write for real" And I said, "I'm sorry Young man, what is your name again?" Now everywhere I go in West Hollywood It's filled with people pretending they don't see the actress And the actress wishing that they could We could do ayahuasca Baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks Something 'bout the way Violet whips her hair That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner Bumming twenties as if I was the mayor Well, I don't need any new friends, mama But I could really use something to do So if you're up for it sometimes I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse Heidegger and Sartre, drinking poppy tea I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van And now these guys are pouring one for me I'll never leave the canyon 'Cause I'm surrounded on all sides By people writing novels And living on amusement rides
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