I will not bow

Song of the day;;

→ Father John Misty - I'm Writing a Novel

I ran down the road

Pants down to my knees

Screaming, please come help me

That Canadian shaman gave a little too much to me

And I'm writing a novel

'Cause 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

'Cause my reality is realer than yours

And there's no time in 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 nothing into nothingness with me no more

Well I'm no doctor

But that monkey might be right

And if he is

I'll be walking him my whole life

I rode to Malibu

On a dune buggy with Neil

He said, you're gonna have to drown me down on the beach

If you ever want to 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 pretending they don't see the actress

And the actress wishing that they could

We could do ayahuasca

Baby, if I wasn't holding all these drinks

Something 'bout the way

Violet whips her hair

That makes me empty my pockets on the corner to corner

Bumming twenties as if I was the mayor

I don't need any new friends, mama

But I could really use something to do

So if you're up for it sometimes

I swear you wouldn't have to be my muse

Heidegger and Sartre

Drinking poppy tea

I could've sworn last night I passed out in my van

And now these guys are pouring one for me

I'll never leave the canyon

'Cause I'm surrounded on all sides

By people writing novels

And living on amusement rides