Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose

Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose - Father John Misty

Lyrics by：Josh Tillman

Composed by：Josh Tillman

Arranged by：Drew Erickson

Produced by：Josh Tillman/Drew Erickson

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 king's horses all the king's 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?

Elaborate con?

Baby who wears pearls at four AM?

This Pynchon yuppie found meaning's end

In no shape

Mm

In no shape

All the king's horses all the king's 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 babe 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 tastes quite as sweet

Again