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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Father John Misty
Father John Misty
Vocals
Christine Kim
Christine Kim
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Songwriter
Drew Erickson
Drew Erickson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Tillman
Joshua Tillman
Producer
Drew Erickson
Drew Erickson
Producer
Michael Harris
Michael Harris
Recording Engineer
Jonathan Wilson
Jonathan Wilson
Mixing Engineer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
BJ Burton
BJ Burton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She put on Astral Weeks
Said, "I love Jazz," and winked at me
This is the last place I oughta be
But I can't drive, and I sure can't sleep
[Verse 2]
Around this time, I publicly
Was treating acid with anxiety
I was unwell, and suddenly
Her clown portraits spoke to me
[Chorus]
You're in no shape
You're in no shape
All the king’s horses, all the king’s men
You may never be whole again
[Verse 3]
A publicist and a celibate
Started talking politics
By a small degree, she got him to admit
They're tacit fascists
Without knowing it
[Verse 4]
And oh, this went on and on
Performance art? Elaborate con?
Baby, who wears pearls at 4 a.m.?
This Pynchon yuppie found meaning’s end
[Chorus]
In no shape, mm-hmm
In no shape
All the king's horses, all the king's men
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again
You may never be whole again
[Bridge]
I saw something I shouldn't see
The awful truth, babe, reality
That I'd forfeit my existence
If someone let me just play with them
[Outro]
Dawn long broke by the time
I realized that I lost my mind
I ate an ice cream
Dazed in the street
But it never tastes quite as sweet
Again
Written by: Drew Erickson, Joshua Tillman
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