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

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 Father John Misty On The Web: Get Pure Comedy: Pure Comedy CD/LP (US): CD / LP (UK / EU): Stream / Download Pure Comedy: 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 indie