Letra de Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose - Father John Misty

She put on Astral Weeks

Said "I love Jazz", and winked at me

This is the last place I oughta be

But I can't drive and I sure can't sleep

Around this time, I publicly

Was treating acid with anxiety

I was unwell, and suddenly

Her clown portraits spoke to me

You're in no shape

You're in no shape

All the kings horses, all the kings men

You may never be whole again

A publicist and a celibate

Started talking politics

By a small degree, she got him to admit

They're tacit fascists without knowing it

And oh, this went on and on

Performance art, an elaborate con

Baby, who wears pearls at four AM?

This Pynchon yuppie found meanings end

You're in no shape

In no shape

All the kings horses, all the kings men

You may never be whole again

You may never be whole again

You may never be whole again

I saw something I shouldn't see

The awful truth, bare reality

That I'd forfeit my existence

If someone let me just play with them

Dawn long broke by the time

I realized that I lost my mind

I ate an ice cream, dazed in the street

But it never tasted quite as sweet

Again

Again

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