Lirik dan Chord Lagu Pure Comedy dari Father John Misty

Bergenre indie-folk, lagu tersebut muncul dalam album studio ketiganya yang bertajuk sama dengan judul, Pure Comedy.

Album tersebut dirilis pada tahun 2017 melalui Bella Union dan Sub Pop Records.

Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Pure Comedy” dari Father John Misty.

[Verse]
B7/F#                          G#
The comedy of man starts like this
E7                                                       A
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips
A7                                                  E
And so Nature, she divines this alternative
G#                                                                                                      A7
We emerged half-formed and hope that whoever greets us on the other end
A                                     E
Is kind enough to fill us in
                                 A7                                              E
And, babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since

B7                                                         G#7
Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address
                        D(b5)                                  A
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient
                          A7                                               E
So somebody's got to go kill something while I look after the kids
               G#                                                                A7
I'd do it myself, but what, are you going to get this thing its milk?
                   A                                                                     E
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch
                          A7                                               E
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless
               A7                                                 E
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this

[Chorus]
E                 E7                                       A
Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy
A7                                                G#m
Just waiting until the part where they start to believe
G#sus2              G#m
They're at the center of everything
                  A                                                   B                            B7
And some all-powerful being endowed this horror show with meaning

                 E
Oh, their religions are the best
E7                                                         A
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
A7                                           G#m                  G#sus2              G#m
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks, these unbelievable outfits
                       A
And they get terribly upset
                   B
When you question their sacred texts
                    B7/F#
Written by woman-hating epileptics

[Bridge]
           A
Their languages just serve to confuse them
            Am
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure
                     A
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring
                         Am
And hand out prizes when someone patents the cure
                           A
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
                                 Am
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
                                  A
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
                     Am
So they can go on being godless animals

[Instrumental]
G#/A             G#/B# G#7/B#
G#m7b5/D    A7
A7                 E
G#7               A

[Chorus]
        E             E7                                         A
Oh comedy, their illusions they have no choice but to believe
A7                                    G#m
Their horizons that just forever recede
G#sus2        G#m                       A                                   B
And how's this for irony, their idea of being free is a prison of beliefs
                   B7/F#
That they never ever have to leave

         E              E7                                           A
Oh comedy, oh it's like something that a madman would conceive!
A7                                            G#m                   G#sus2         G#m
The only thing that seems to make them feel alive is the struggle to survive
               A                                                 B
But the only thing that they request is something to numb the pain with
                       B7/F#
Until there's nothing human left

[Outro]
                       A
Just random matter suspended in the dark
                Am
I hate to say it, but each other's all we got