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Father John Misty - Pure Comedy [FULL ALBUM STREAM]
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Father John Misty
Father John Misty
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Composer
Gavin Bryars
Gavin Bryars
Horn Arranger
James King
James King
Horn Arranger
Paul Cartwright
Paul Cartwright
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Producer
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Producer

Letras

At six For some reason when I go... The comedy of man starts like this Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips And so Nature, she divines this alternative We emerged half-formed and hope that 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 got to go kill something while I look after the kids I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its 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 waiting 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 Oh, their religions are the best They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits And they get terribly upset When you question their sacred texts Written by woman-hating epileptics Their languages just serve to confuse them Their confusion somehow makes them more sure They build fortunes poisoning their offspring And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them? What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable? These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods So they can go on being godless animals Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe Their horizons that just forever recede And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs That they never ever have to leave Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive! The only thing that seems to make 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 I hate to say it, but each other's all we got
Writer(s): Joshua Michael Tillman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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