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
And by small degrees, she got 'em 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 4am
This Pynchon yuppie found
Meaning's end
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 I'd lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it'd never taste quite as sweet
Again
Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose Video (MV)
Performed By: Father John Misty
From Album: Mahashmashana
Language: English
Length: 5:12
Written by: Drew Erickson, Josh Tillman
Year: 2024
Father John Misty - Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose Lyrics
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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
And by small degrees, she got 'em 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 4am
This Pynchon yuppie found
Meaning's end
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 I'd lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it'd never taste quite as sweet
Again
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
And by small degrees, she got 'em 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 4am
This Pynchon yuppie found
Meaning's end
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 I'd lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it'd never taste quite as sweet
Again
Writer: Drew Erickson, Josh Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
