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Track: Mental Health
Artist: Father John Misty
Album: Mahashmashana

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Name: Father John Misty
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American singer/songwriter originally from Rockville, MD. He originally released music under the moniker [a1177036], and adopted the pseudonym Father John Misty for the 2012 album [Link]. He has released five further studio albums using this pseudonym, [Link] in 2015, [Link] in 2017, [Link] in 2018, [Link] in 2022 and [Link] in 2024. His close collaborator and co-producer for his albums has been [a614092].

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Release: Father John Misty - Mahashmashana
Year: 2024
Genres: Rock
Styles: Alternative Rock, Folk Rock

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LYRICS

In the panopticon
They never turn the cameras on
The guards and the narcs went home
They do a fine enough job on their own
Your true self
Oh, they'd love if you could find it
Makes you much less hard work to predict
One of these label's bound to fit

Oh, identity
Your milk-white shadow
Just try something that you wouldn't do
And it's always one step ahead of you

Mental health
Mental health
No one knows you like yourself
You two should speak
In the presence of a licensee

This hallucination
The cathedral in the prison
Where the dreams of a citizen
Can only tell you what is wrong with them

Forgetting
The engine of civilization
Coffee and a cigarette
Found no better means of revolt yet
Ah, ah, ah

Mental health
Mental health
Maybe we're all far too well
Mental health
Mental health
A less pathetic cry for help
Mental health
Mental health
There's no higher virtue held
In this crazy world
It's more than a little bit absurd

Oh, insanity
Babe, it's indispensable
For the true endeavor of your soul
To find the edge and, baby, go, go, go

Oh, magic child
Run, baby, run, baby, run, baby, run
The one regret that's really, pretty tough
Is knowing I didn't go nearly far enough

Oh, magic child
This dream, we're born inside
Feels awful real sometimes
But it's all in your mind