A dobrar.

Mais uma de Josh Tilman, enquanto Father John Misty, aqui a cantar "The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment", o quarto single a ser retirado do álbum "I Love You Honeybear".

A canção foi escrita para a mulher dele, Emma Tilman, presença obrigatória neste álbum, que documenta a nem-sempre-fácil relação deles, como se pode ler no poema da canção aqui transcrito.

O video, realizado por Drew Pearce, é um objecto insólito, bem feito e, sobretudo, bem pensado.



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 fucking 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 her buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with her 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