A primeira coletânea de Father John Misty, nome que o cantor e compositor Josh Tillman adotou a partir de 2012, será lançada em breve. Além de trazer um resumo da carreira do artista com músicas de seus cinco álbuns, ela trará de bônus uma canção inédita, a ótima "I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All", que acaba de ser liberada pelo músico.
Com quase nove minutos, ela tem a marca do artista ao mesmo tempo em que abre espaço para novas sonoridades - Tillman certamente nunca lançou algo tão dançante e funky. Com arranjo luxuoso, incluindo um clavinete, a canção traz influências do soul dos anos 70, e também remete às canções de Bob Dylan influenciadas pelo R&B.
A faixa vai estar em " Greatish Hits: I Followed My Dreams and My Dreams Said to Crawl", que sai no próximo dia 16 de agosto e, posteriormente, será incluída no novo trabalho de Tillman, que deve sair ainda em 2024.
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I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All (Josh Tilmann)
Our naked bodies go on trial Just for laughing at the joke Just for saying of the bargain What any sales girl already knows Most of us old men die at the firing line Just waiting for our number to be called I guess time just makes fools of us all
Now 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 you one Now why do you ‘spose You must approach the throne With its back up against the wall I guess time just makes fools of us all
The great-ish minds of my generation Gladly conscripted in the war Of defending any Goliath That would deign 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 (Mm) I guess time just makes fools of us all
My drink is watered down The champ is on his knees He lost the rematch He lost the comeback He lost for charity But that's the job That's what gets the asses in the hall They came for a beating (Hm) And he came to brawl
Go and serve your client notice That of all young gods I have known Yours is easily the least famous To turn down the cover of The Rolling Stone Lily white 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 just makes fools of us all
I killed a rattlesnake this morning It was coiled up behind the truck Put it in reverse and hit it clean 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?”
Headlights headed southbound The loser's exodus That's where you'll find me: in Las Vegas Doing my greatest hits Me and Dixie, 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
