father john misty- nancy from now on

When i turn on Father John the world feels wet like the morning dew or that soupy nonsense during June in Southern California, sunlight trapped from the fall’s leaves clumped on the ground, the world appears in varying shades of grey but neither black or white, but much like the turning of leaves Father John makes me reflect and turn my collar up to the cold wind and face the cold bite head on. Pricked and my sinuses clear and in an instant everything feels real, the sex, politics, religion and history of all it all, but all that matters is the righteous beat and hearfelt singing. Top to bottom this is my favorite album right now! Listen to it!



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