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Father John Misty - "Leaving LA" [Official Music Video]

Father John Misty's official music video for his song "Leaving LA" from the album Pure Comedy,  out now on Sub Pop Records and Bella Union.

Directors: Grant James & Josh Tillman
Producer: Lindha Narvaez
Director of Photography: Marc Shap
Camera Op: Chris Klosterman
Assistant Camera: Ryan Guzdzial
Editor: Ben Montez

Colorist: Marshall Plante with NTROPIC

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Pure Comedy CD/LP (US): http://fatherjohnmisty.store
CD / LP (UK / EU): http://hyperurl.co/FJMpurecomedy
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LYRICS:

I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
When the big one hit I’d have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free
Come on 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 LA phonies and their bullshit bands
Just sounds like dollar signs and
So reads the pull quote of 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 ecstasy, or birth control
Just run the tap until the water’s cold
Anything else you can get online
Comic gold 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

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 never do this, but is it okay
Don’t want to be that guy but it’s my birthday
If everything ends in a photo then I’m on my way

Mara taunts me ‘neath the tree
She’s like “Oh, great, that’s just what they all need
Another white guy in 2017
Who takes himself so goddamn seriously”
She’s not far off, the strange this is
That’s just what I thought when I started this
It took me my whole life to learn to play the G
But the role of Oedipus was just a total breeze

I watch my old gods all collapse
Whoam 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’s getting bought
At some point you 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 just getting by
Until I figured if I’m here than I just might
Conceal my lack of skill here in the spotlight
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
But this new shit makes me want to die

My earliest memory of music’s from
The time at JC Penny’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 heard the comedy won’t stop for
All the little boys dying in department stores

So we leave town in total silence
New Years Day at 6 o’clock am
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 pay  
I can stop drinking and you can write your script
What we both think now is


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