Father John Misty - Mahashmashana (Masonic Lodge 10.02.2024)

[@TheLilrod69]

The title of this song is the sound I make when I take a bite of some food that's too hot

[@bobby8737]

Not just of our generation but obviously one of the best song writers in modern history

[@bobby8737]

He’s there with Harrison, Nilson, Cohen, Dylan, Soulja Boi

[@TheInternetEnzyme]

Beautiful

[@ehrenmcnally7641]

getting crazy death of a ladies man vibes from this

[@SUPERHAPPYGOGOTIME]

I was here too! Such a great intimate show 🫶🏽

[@aor9152]

The King

[@shawnpederson]

👏

[@Coolguy-mk7hg]

Crowd was not loud enough

[@donjuan_]

I genuinely think Mahashmashana is his singular greatest lyrical achievement. Lyrics below: His body is the Gelson's Her soul, the fallen star At midnight twice a week she comes, she leaves And no one’s hassled her so far The courters have arrived in nail polish, in tailored slacks Reformed past, all recognition Resplendent in donor class panache Is a scheme to enrich assholes What the godhead had in mind When he hid here such revelations As only singers could describe? Mahashmashana All is silent And in thе next universal dawn Won't have to do thе corpse dance, do the corpse dance Do the corpse dance with these on The one about the country's boyfriend That he never ever would live down Must not have made it to the angels Who passed the holy Roman noses ’round His pale bullets found your bloodline In a midnight blue cayenne She is patient, the act of creation May one day produce a happy man Shaken like a pawl fly Obscene as a lick Love's the birthright of young people And she ain't leaving without his You might also like Being You Father John Misty Josh Tillman and the Accidental Dose Father John Misty Screamland Father John Misty Mahashmashana All is silent now And in the next universal dawn Won't have to do the corpse dance, do the corpse dance Do the corpse dance with these on He spoke into a hot mic He sang like a bird He hadn't had a single drink yet There's no mistaking what you heard A perfect lie can live forever The truth don't fare as well It isn't perched on lips mid-laughter It ain’t the kind of thing you tell Like there’s no baby in the king cake Like there's no figure on the cross They have gone the way of all flesh And what was found is lost Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is Yes, it is. Yes, it is

[@gavinboylan2200]

It is such a top 5 for him in my book… such a great take pal

[@markfrancis7323]

What did you record this on? The pic quality is insane

[@kurarisa]

Surprisingly, an iPhone 14 Pro