With a rich variety of allegorical and cultural references, Josh Tillman returns with a sublime piece of timelessly Dylan-esque, elegant, catchy, witty, smooth balladic alt-country pop, and heralds his compilation album Greatish Hits: I Followed My Dreams and My Dreams Said To Crawl, which is now released digitally via Bella Union and in other formats later this year and includes this new song. To explore and enjoy more by Father John Misty, including the album, see also the other embedded links below.
Our naked bodies go on trial
Just for laughing at the joke
Just for saying of the bargain
What any salesgirl already knows
Most of us old men die in the firing line
Just waiting for our number to be called
I guess time just makes fools of us all
The king regales his stepsons
When he's loaded as a gun
Says, "A real man is like a country
You need a map to find your one"
Now why do you suppose you must approach the throne
With its back up against the wall?
I guess time just makes fools of us all
The greatish minds of my generation
Gladly conscripted in war
Of defending any goliath
That would darken the door
Now with your genius for picking battles
It's no wonder every helmet is too small
I guess time just makes fools of us all
I guess time just makes fools of us all
My drink is watered down
My champion's on his knees
He lost the rematch, he lost the comeback
He lost for charity
But that's the job
It's what gets the asses in the hall
They came for a beating
And he came to brawl
Go and serve your client notice
That of all the young gods that I have known
Yours is easily the least famous
To turn down the cover of the Rolling Stone
Lily white faces so familiar
And yet impossible to recall
I guess time just makes fools of us all
After a millennia of good times
God said hey now, let's have a dream
Where we raise the stakes a little
Come on, let's make things interesting
Parachute into the Anthropocene
An amnesiac, a himbo ken doll
I guess time does makes fools of us al
I killed a rattlesnake this morning
It was coiled up behind the truck
Put it in reverse and hit him clean
But something he said went in and stuck
"Hey I can sell you a million records
I mean your image could use an overhaul
Don't you know time just makes fools of us all"
The headlights heading southbound
The loser's exodus
That's where you'll find me in Las Vegas
Doing my greatest hits
Me and Dixie we had ourselves a ball
I followed my dreams
And my dreams said to crawl
The groom is a liar
And the bride is a shill
The priest says, "If these two don't make it
Who among us ever will?"
Don't ask the love you dare for a prediction
Wherein the lovers of tomorrow are involved
I guess time just makes fools of us all
Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all
Oh, I guess time just makes fools of us all
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