Karaoké I'm Writing a Novel Father John Misty

I ran down the road

Pants down to my knees

Screamin' Please come help me

That canadian shaman gave a little too much to me

And I'm writing a novel

Because it's never been done before

First house that I saw

I wrote House up on the door

And told the people who lived there they had to get out 'cos my reality is realer than yours

And there's no time for the present

And there's a black dog on the bed

I went to the backyard to burn my only clothes

And the dog ran out and said

You can't turn nothin' into nothin' is with me no more

Well I'm no doctor but that monkey might be right

And if he is

I'll be walkin' him my whole life

I rode to Malibu on a dune buggy with Neal

He said You're gonna have to drive me down on the beach if you ever wanna write the real

And I said I'm sorry

Young man what is your name again

Now everywhere I go in west Hollywood

It's filled with people pretendin' they don't see the actress and the actress wishin' that they could

We could do ayahuasca

Baby if I wasn't holdin' all these drinks

Somethin' 'bout the way

Violet whips her hair

That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner bummin' twenties as if I was the mayor

Well I don't need any new friends mama but I could really use somethin' to do

So if you're up for it sometimes

I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre drinkin' poppy tea

I could've sworn last night

I passed out in my van and now these guys are pourin' one for me

I'll never leave the Canyon 'cos I'm surrounded on all sides

By people writin' novels and livin' on amusement rides