Oh, honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
You mascara blood
Ash and cum
On the Rorschach sheets where we make love
Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
You f*ck the world damn straight my lady
It may be just us who feel this way
But don't ever doubt this, my steadfast conviction
My love, you're the one I want to watch the ship go down with
The future can't be real, I barely know how long a moment is
Unless we're naked getting high on the mattress
While the global market crashes
And death fills the streets with garden variety oblivious
You grab my hand and say
"And I told you so, boys
It's just how we expected."
Everything is doomed, and nothing will be spared
Oh, I love you, honeybear
Honeybear, honeybear, honeybear
You're bent over the altar
And the neighbors are complaining
That the misanthropes next door
Are conceiving a daemon
Don't they see the darkness rising?
Good luck fingering oblivion
We're getting out now while we can
You're welcome boys, have the last of the smokes and chicken
Just one Cadillac will do to get us out to where we're going
I've brought my mother's depression
You've got your father's scorn and a wayward aunt's schizophrenia
But everything is fine
Don't give into despair
Cause I love you, honeybear
Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear Album Lyrics
Father John Misty - I Love You, Honeybear Lyrics
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Chateau Lobby #4 (In C For Two Virgins)
Emma eats bread and butter
Like a queen would have ostrich and cobra wine
We'll have satanic Christmas Eve
And play piano in the chateau lobby
I've never done this
Baby, be gentle
It's my first time
I've got you inside
People are boring
But you're something else completely
Damn, let's take our chances
I wanna take you in the kitchen
Lift up your wedding dress someone was probably murdered in
So bourgeoisie to keep waiting
Dating for twenty years just feels pretty civilian
I've never thought that
Ever thought that once
In my whole life
You are my first time
People are boring
But you're something else I can't explain
You take my last name
First time, you let me stay the night despite your own rules
You took off early to go cheat your way through film school
You left a note in your perfect script: "Stay as long as you want"
I haven't left your bed since
I haven't hated all the same things
As somebody else
Since I remember
What's going on for?
What are you doing with your whole life?
How about forever?
Like a queen would have ostrich and cobra wine
We'll have satanic Christmas Eve
And play piano in the chateau lobby
I've never done this
Baby, be gentle
It's my first time
I've got you inside
People are boring
But you're something else completely
Damn, let's take our chances
I wanna take you in the kitchen
Lift up your wedding dress someone was probably murdered in
So bourgeoisie to keep waiting
Dating for twenty years just feels pretty civilian
I've never thought that
Ever thought that once
In my whole life
You are my first time
People are boring
But you're something else I can't explain
You take my last name
First time, you let me stay the night despite your own rules
You took off early to go cheat your way through film school
You left a note in your perfect script: "Stay as long as you want"
I haven't left your bed since
I haven't hated all the same things
As somebody else
Since I remember
What's going on for?
What are you doing with your whole life?
How about forever?
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
True Affection
When can we talk
With the face
Instead of using all these strange devices?
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
Wouldn't be that hard
Get along so well
Sentence by sentence
It's a trial run
Let me show you how
Figure I can give you true affection
True affection
True affection
True affection
True affection
When can we talk
With the face
Instead of using all these strange devices?
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
When can we talk
With the face?
Figure I can give you true affection
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
When can we talk
With the face?
Figure I can give you true affection
With the face
Instead of using all these strange devices?
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
Wouldn't be that hard
Get along so well
Sentence by sentence
It's a trial run
Let me show you how
Figure I can give you true affection
True affection
True affection
True affection
True affection
When can we talk
With the face
Instead of using all these strange devices?
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
When can we talk
With the face?
Figure I can give you true affection
Seems like
You and I
Need to have a crazy conversation
When can we talk
With the face?
Figure I can give you true affection
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment
Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean like a god damn marching band
She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me want to f*cking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word means
Well, it's literally not that
Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable convo
Features her patiently explaining the cosmos
Of which she's in the middle
Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning
I feel so unconvincing
When I fumble with your buttons
She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with the best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya
I mean like a god damn marching band
She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me want to f*cking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word means
Well, it's literally not that
Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable convo
Features her patiently explaining the cosmos
Of which she's in the middle
Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning
I feel so unconvincing
When I fumble with your buttons
She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with the best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
When Youre Smiling And Astride Me
There's no need to fear me
Darling, I love you as you are when you're alone
I'll never try to change you
As if I could, and if I were to, what's the part that I'd miss most?
When you're smiling and astride me
I can hardly believe I've found you and I'm terrified by that
I've got nothing to hide from you
Kissing my brother in my dreams or finding God knows in my dreams
You see me as I am, it's true
Aimless, fake drifter, and the horny manchild models for to boot
That's how you live free
Truly see and be seen
Darling, I love you as you are when you're alone
I'll never try to change you
As if I could, and if I were to, what's the part that I'd miss most?
When you're smiling and astride me
I can hardly believe I've found you and I'm terrified by that
I've got nothing to hide from you
Kissing my brother in my dreams or finding God knows in my dreams
You see me as I am, it's true
Aimless, fake drifter, and the horny manchild models for to boot
That's how you live free
Truly see and be seen
Writer: JOSHUA TILLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Nothing Good Ever Happens At The Goddamn Thirsty Crow
Living it up
I have it all
To pull more women than any two men or a train can haul
But my baby she does something way more impressive than the Georgia crawl
She blackens pages like a Russian romantic
Gets down more often than a blow-up doll
Why the long face
Blondie I'm already taken
Sorry
I may act like a lunatic
You think I'm f*cking crazy you're mistaken
Keep moving
On the road again
For months at a time
It doesn't take half that long for men about town to forget what's mine
And now my genius can drink in silence
She's got to listen to your tired-ass lies
I know its hard to believe a good-hearted woman
To have a body that make your daddy cry
Why the long face jerk off your chance has been taken
Good one
You may think like an animal
You try that cat and mouse shit you'll get bitten
Keep moving
Nothing ever good happens at The Old Thirsty Crow
I have it all
To pull more women than any two men or a train can haul
But my baby she does something way more impressive than the Georgia crawl
She blackens pages like a Russian romantic
Gets down more often than a blow-up doll
Why the long face
Blondie I'm already taken
Sorry
I may act like a lunatic
You think I'm f*cking crazy you're mistaken
Keep moving
On the road again
For months at a time
It doesn't take half that long for men about town to forget what's mine
And now my genius can drink in silence
She's got to listen to your tired-ass lies
I know its hard to believe a good-hearted woman
To have a body that make your daddy cry
Why the long face jerk off your chance has been taken
Good one
You may think like an animal
You try that cat and mouse shit you'll get bitten
Keep moving
Nothing ever good happens at The Old Thirsty Crow
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Strange Encounter
Only ever be the girl who just almost died in my house
Half naked, looking through your telephone
Run you a bath and try hard not to freak out
It's all free and too easy, giving it away, giving it away
It's not cheap but here I am, giving it away, giving it away
Giving it away
Don't be my, don't be my, don't be my last strange encounter
The moment you came to, I swore I would change
Though neither one of us would leave unscathed
At least we'll both go on living
Wanna find somebody
Not like this
Yeah, I'm a decent person
Little aimless
It's all free and too easy, giving it away, giving it away
It's not cheap but here I am, giving it away, giving it away
Giving it away
Don't be my, don't be my, don't be my last strange encounter
The moment you came to, I swore I would change
Though neither one of us would leave unscathed
At least we'll both go on living
Half naked, looking through your telephone
Run you a bath and try hard not to freak out
It's all free and too easy, giving it away, giving it away
It's not cheap but here I am, giving it away, giving it away
Giving it away
Don't be my, don't be my, don't be my last strange encounter
The moment you came to, I swore I would change
Though neither one of us would leave unscathed
At least we'll both go on living
Wanna find somebody
Not like this
Yeah, I'm a decent person
Little aimless
It's all free and too easy, giving it away, giving it away
It's not cheap but here I am, giving it away, giving it away
Giving it away
Don't be my, don't be my, don't be my last strange encounter
The moment you came to, I swore I would change
Though neither one of us would leave unscathed
At least we'll both go on living
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Ideal Husband
Julian
He's gonna take my files
Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high
I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out
Julian
He's gonna take my files
Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in 'til two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed and later lie 'bout it
Obsessing over greying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on unearned attention
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out
I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing"
Said something dumb like "I'm tired of running
Tired of running, tired of running"
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?
He's gonna take my files
Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high
I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out
Julian
He's gonna take my files
Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in 'til two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed and later lie 'bout it
Obsessing over greying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on unearned attention
I've said awful things, such awful things
And now
Now it's out
And now
Now it's out
I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing"
Said something dumb like "I'm tired of running
Tired of running, tired of running"
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bored In The USA
How many people rise and say
"My brain's so awfully glad to be here
For yet another mindless day"?
I've got all morning to obsessively accrue
A small nation of meaningful objects
And they've got to represent me too
By this afternoon, I'll live in debt
By tomorrow, be replaced by children
How many people rise and think
"Oh good, the stranger's body's still here
Our arrangement hasn't changed?"
Now I've got a lifetime to consider all the ways
I've grown more disappointing to you
As my beauty warps and fades
I suspect you feel the same
When I was young, I dreamt of a passionate obligation to a roommate
Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?
Who said that?
Can I get my money back?
Just a little bored in the USA
Oh, just a little bored in the USA
Save me, white Jesus
Bored in the USA
Oh, they gave me a useless education
And a subprime loan
On a craftsman home
Keep my prescriptions filled
And now I can't get off
But I can kind of deal
Oh, with being bored in the USA
Oh, just a little bored in the USA
Save me, President Jesus
I'm bored in the USA
How did it happen?
Bored in the USA
"My brain's so awfully glad to be here
For yet another mindless day"?
I've got all morning to obsessively accrue
A small nation of meaningful objects
And they've got to represent me too
By this afternoon, I'll live in debt
By tomorrow, be replaced by children
How many people rise and think
"Oh good, the stranger's body's still here
Our arrangement hasn't changed?"
Now I've got a lifetime to consider all the ways
I've grown more disappointing to you
As my beauty warps and fades
I suspect you feel the same
When I was young, I dreamt of a passionate obligation to a roommate
Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?
Who said that?
Can I get my money back?
Just a little bored in the USA
Oh, just a little bored in the USA
Save me, white Jesus
Bored in the USA
Oh, they gave me a useless education
And a subprime loan
On a craftsman home
Keep my prescriptions filled
And now I can't get off
But I can kind of deal
Oh, with being bored in the USA
Oh, just a little bored in the USA
Save me, President Jesus
I'm bored in the USA
How did it happen?
Bored in the USA
Writer: JOSHUA TILLMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Holy Shit
Ancient holy wars
Dead religions, holocausts
New regimes, old ideas
That's now myth, that's now real
Original sin, genetic fate
Revolutions, spinning plates
It's important to stay informed
The commentary to comment on
Oh, and no one every really knows you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this black hole in me?
Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bows and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness
Oh, and no one ever knows the real you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb in me?
Coliseum families
The golden era of TV
Eunuch sluts, consumer slaves
A rose by any other name
Carbon footprint, incest streams
F*ck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online friends
Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty
What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve?
Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity
But our fantasy is what that's gotta do with you and me
Dead religions, holocausts
New regimes, old ideas
That's now myth, that's now real
Original sin, genetic fate
Revolutions, spinning plates
It's important to stay informed
The commentary to comment on
Oh, and no one every really knows you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this black hole in me?
Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bows and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl chic
This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness
Oh, and no one ever knows the real you and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb in me?
Coliseum families
The golden era of TV
Eunuch sluts, consumer slaves
A rose by any other name
Carbon footprint, incest streams
F*ck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online friends
Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty
What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve?
Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity
But our fantasy is what that's gotta do with you and me
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
I Went To The Store One Day
We met in a parking lot
Was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone
But I'm still drunk and hot, wide awake
Breathing hard
But now, in just one year's time I've become jealous
Rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
'Cause isn't true love "someone oughta put me in a home?"
Say, do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless regressive tendency to scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy's farm
For love to find us of all people
I never thought it'd be so simple
Let's buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild
Till we don't need the signs that say, "Keep out"
I've got some money left and it's cheaper in the South
I need someone I can trust to protect me
From our seven daughters when my body says, "Enough!"
Don't let me die in a hospital,
I'll save the big one for the last time we make love
Insert here, a sentiment re: our golden years
All 'cause I went to the store one day
"Seen you around, what's your name?"
Was buying coffee and cigarettes
Firewood and bad wine long since gone
But I'm still drunk and hot, wide awake
Breathing hard
But now, in just one year's time I've become jealous
Rail-thin, prone to paranoia when I'm stoned
'Cause isn't true love "someone oughta put me in a home?"
Say, do you wanna get married
And put an end to our endless regressive tendency to scorn?
Provincial concepts like your dowry and your daddy's farm
For love to find us of all people
I never thought it'd be so simple
Let's buy a plantation house and let the yard grow wild
Till we don't need the signs that say, "Keep out"
I've got some money left and it's cheaper in the South
I need someone I can trust to protect me
From our seven daughters when my body says, "Enough!"
Don't let me die in a hospital,
I'll save the big one for the last time we make love
Insert here, a sentiment re: our golden years
All 'cause I went to the store one day
"Seen you around, what's your name?"
Writer: Joshua Michael Tillman
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.