I genuinely think Mahashmashana is his singular greatest lyrical achievement. Lyrics below: His body is the Gelson's Her soul, the fallen star At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves And no one’s hassled her so far The courters have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks Reformed past, all recognition Resplendent in donor class panache Is a scheme to enrich assholes What the godhead had in mind When he hid here such revelations As only singers could describe? Mahashmashana All is silent And in thе next universal dawn Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance Do the corpse dance with these on The one about the country's boyfriend That he never ever would live down Must not have made it to the angels Who passed the holy Roman noses ’round His pale bullets found your bloodline In a midnight blue cayenne She is patient, the act of creation May one day produce a happy man Shaken like a pawl fly Obscene as a lick Love's the birthright of young people And she ain't leaving without his You might also like Being You Father John Misty Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose Father John Misty Screamland Father John Misty Mahashmashana All is silent now And in the next universal dawn Won't have to do the corpse dance, do the corpse dance Do the corpse dance with these on He spoke into a hot mic He sang like a bird He hadn't had a single drink yet There's no mistaking what you heard A perfect lie can live forever The truth don't fare as well It isn't perched on lips mid-laughter It ain’t the kind of thing you tell Like there’s no baby in the king cake Like there's no figure on the cross They have gone the way of all flesh And what was found is lost Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is
Beautiful
I was here too! Such a great intimate show 🫶🏽
I genuinely think Mahashmashana is his singular greatest lyrical achievement.
Lyrics below:
His body is the Gelson's
Her soul, the fallen star
At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves
And no one’s hassled her so far
The courters have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks
Reformed past, all recognition
Resplendent in donor class panache
Is a scheme to enrich assholes
What the godhead had in mind
When he hid here such revelations
As only singers could describe?
Mahashmashana
All is silent
And in thе next universal dawn
Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance
Do the corpse dance with these on
The one about the country's boyfriend
That he never ever would live down
Must not have made it to the angels
Who passed the holy Roman noses ’round
His pale bullets found your bloodline
In a midnight blue cayenne
She is patient, the act of creation
May one day produce a happy man
Shaken like a pawl fly
Obscene as a lick
Love's the birthright of young people
And she ain't leaving without his
You might also like
Being You
Father John Misty
Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose
Father John Misty
Screamland
Father John Misty
Mahashmashana
All is silent now
And in the next universal dawn
Won't have to do the corpse dance, do the corpse dance
Do the corpse dance with these on
He spoke into a hot mic
He sang like a bird
He hadn't had a single drink yet
There's no mistaking what you heard
A perfect lie can live forever
The truth don't fare as well
It isn't perched on lips mid-laughter
It ain’t the kind of thing you tell
Like there’s no baby in the king cake
Like there's no figure on the cross
They have gone the way of all flesh
And what was found is lost
Yes, it is. Yes, it is
Yes, it is. Yes, it is
Yes, it is. Yes, it is
Yes, it is. Yes, it is
The title of this song is the sound I make when I take a bite of some food that's too hot
Not just of our generation but obviously one of the best song writers in modern history
He’s there with Harrison, Nilson, Cohen, Dylan, Soulja Boi