Biography:
Father John Misty, or J. Tillman, has been recording/releasing solo albums since 2003. Josh also played drums for Seattle’s Fleet Foxes from 2008-2011.
On January 31st 2012, he released the first single, 'Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings', for his debut album under the Father John Misty moniker, "Fear Fun". The Phil Ek mixed and Jonathan Wilson produced LP was released on May 1st 2012 through Sub Pop (U.S.) and Bella Union (U.K.)
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Other songs:
- Ballad Of The Dying Man
- Chateau Lobby #4 In C For Two Virgins
- Funtimes In Babylon
- Holy Slit
- Real Love Baby
- A Bigger Paper Bag
- Baby Ride Easy
- Bigger Paper Bag
- Bird On The Wire
- Birdie
- Blank Space
- Bored In The Usa
- Chateau Lobby 4 In C For Two Virgins
- Date Night
- Disappointing Diamonds Are The Rarest Of Them All
- Everyman Needs A Companion
- Fear Fun
- Generic Pop Song 3
- Gods Favorite Customer
- Hangout At The Gallows
- Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings
- Holy Shit
- I Love You Honeybear
- I Went To The Store One Day
- Im Writing A Novel
- In Twenty Years Or So
- Just Dumb Enough To Try
- Leaving La
- Mistys Nightmares 1 And 2
- Mr Tillman
- Nancy From Now On
- Never Been A Woman
- Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow
- Now Im Learning To Love The War
- O I Long To Feel Your Arms Around Me
- Only Son Of The Ladiesman
- Please Dont Die
- Prius Commercial Demo 1
- Pure Comedy
- Smoochie
- So Im Growing Old On Magic Mountain
- Strange Encounter
- Tee Pees 1
- The Ideal Husband
- The Memo
- The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment
- The Palace
- The Songwriter
- The Suburbs
- Things That Would Have Been Helpful To Know Before The Revolution
- This Is America
- This Is Sally Hatchet
- Total Entertainment Forever
- Trumps Private Pilot
- Two Wildly Different Perspectives
- Well You Can Do It Without Me
- Were Only People And Theres Not Much Anyone Can Do About That
- When The God Of Love Returns
- When The God Of Love Returns Therell Be Hell To Pay
- When Youre Smiling And Astride Me
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[Chords]
Db5 Absus2 (or other variant)
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|--1--| |--3--|
|--0--| |--6--|
|--X--| |--6--|
|--X--| |--4--|
[Verse]
B7/F# Ab
The comedy of man starts like this
E7 A
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7 E
And so Nature, she divines this alternative
Ab A7
We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A E
Is kind enough to fill us in
A7 E
And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since
B7 Ab7
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
Db5 A
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
A7 E
So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
Ab A7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
A E
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
A7 E
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
A7 E
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this
[Chorus]
E E7 A
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7 Abm
Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
Absus2 Abm
They're at the center of everything
A B B7
And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
E
Oh, their religions are the best
E7 A
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
A
And they get terribly upset
B
When you question their sacred texts
B7/F#
Written by woman-hating epileptics
[Outro]
A
Their languages just serve to confuse them
Am
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
A
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
Am
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
A
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
Am
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
A
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
Am
So they can go on being godless animals
[Solo]
[Chorus]
E E7 A
Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7 Abm
Their horizons that just forever recede
Absus2 Abm A B
And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
B7/F#
That they never ever have to leave
E E7 A
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm
The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
A B
But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
B7/F#
Until there's nothing human left
[Outro]
A
Just random matter suspended in the dark
Am
I hate to say it, but each other's all we got
Db5 Absus2 (or other variant)
|--X--| |--X--|
|--3--| |--X--|
|--1--| |--3--|
|--0--| |--6--|
|--X--| |--6--|
|--X--| |--4--|
[Verse]
B7/F# Ab
The comedy of man starts like this
E7 A
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7 E
And so Nature, she divines this alternative
Ab A7
We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A E
Is kind enough to fill us in
A7 E
And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since
B7 Ab7
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
Db5 A
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
A7 E
So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
Ab A7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
A E
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
A7 E
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
A7 E
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this
[Chorus]
E E7 A
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7 Abm
Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
Absus2 Abm
They're at the center of everything
A B B7
And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning
E
Oh, their religions are the best
E7 A
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
A
And they get terribly upset
B
When you question their sacred texts
B7/F#
Written by woman-hating epileptics
[Outro]
A
Their languages just serve to confuse them
Am
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
A
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
Am
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
A
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
Am
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
A
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
Am
So they can go on being godless animals
[Solo]
[Chorus]
E E7 A
Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7 Abm
Their horizons that just forever recede
Absus2 Abm A B
And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
B7/F#
That they never ever have to leave
E E7 A
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7 Abm Absus2 Abm
The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
A B
But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
B7/F#
Until there's nothing human left
[Outro]
A
Just random matter suspended in the dark
Am
I hate to say it, but each other's all we got
Fauve
Faye
Faye Wong
Faze Wave
Fazerdaze