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
from The Ideal Husband lyrics by Father John Misty
Last shake of Tillman’s completely inward skewerings of himself, cymbal and siren cacophony letting loose while every last bit of ‘awful’ the man could show is revealed, paired with a WikiLeaks neurosis of a metaphor in chase of forgiveness, redemption, it doesn’t matter. Up to love now.
