Father John Misty - Pure Comedy (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

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Video by Matthew Daniel Siskin, and everyone in America.

Father John Misty's album Pure Comedy is available now on Deluxe 2xLP / 2xLP / CD / DL / CS in Europe through Bella Union and the rest of the world from Sub Pop.

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The comedy of man starts like this:

Our brains are way too big for our mother’s hips

So, nature, she devised this alternative:

We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end

Is kind enough

To fill us in

And, babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since

Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address

Like say that half of us are periodically iron deficient

So somebody’s gotta go kill something while I look after the kids

I’d do it myself, but what, are you gonna get this thing his milk?

He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt we can switch

It’s hard not to fall in love with something so helpless

Ladies, I hope we don’t end up regretting this

Comedy

Now that’s what I call pure comedy

Just wait until the part where they start to believe

They’re at the center of everything

And some all powerful being

Endowed this horror show with meaning

Their religions are the best

They worship themselves but they’re totally obsessed

With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks

In these unbelievable outfits

And they get terribly upset

If you question their sacred texts

Written by woman-hating epileptics

Their languages just tend to confuse them

Their confusion somehow makes them more sure

Now they’re much too bright for the old superstitions

But they’re yet to find a new one they won’t serve

Where did they find these clowns they elected to rule them

They recline in outrage at the

These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods

So they can go on being godless animals

Comedy

Their illusions that are all that they can see

Their horizons that just forever recede

How’s this for irony:

Their idea of being free

Is a prison of beliefs

They’ve every right to never leave

Comedy

It’s like something that a madman would conceive

The only thing that seems to makes them feel alive

Is the struggle to survive

But the only thing that they request

Is something to numb the pain with

Until there’s nothing human left

Just random matter suspended in the dark

Hate to say it, but each other’s all we’ve got