Lirik dan Chord Lagu Pure Comedy dari Father John Misty

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - “Pure Comedy” merupakan lagu yang dimiliki oleh penyanyi bernama asli Josh Tillman, atau dikenal dengan 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.

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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