Leaving LA - Live from the Hamburg Elbphilharmonie on August 8, 2019 - Father John Misty

I was living on the hill

By the water tower and hiking trails

And when the big one hit I’d have a seat

To watch masters abandon their dogs and dogs run free

Oh 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 L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands

That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant

So reads the pull quote from my last cover piec

Entitled «The Oldest Man in Folk Rock Spaks»

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

A creation myth 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