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

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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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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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