The night josh tillman came to our apt lyrics

Oh, I just love the kind of woman
Who can walk over a man
I mean like a god damn marching band
She says, like literally
Music is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me want to fucking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word means
Well, it's literally not that

Of the few main things I hate about her
One's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too many times
They're beyond their years
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable convo
Features her patiently explaining the cosmos
Of which she's in the middle
Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning
I feel so unconvincing
And I fumble with your buttons

She blames her excess on my influence
But gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with her best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
'Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on
When you begged me to choke ya

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The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apt. Lyrics as written by Joshua Michael Tillman

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4. The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt. Lyrics

Oh, I just love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean like a god damn marching band
She says, like literally, music is the air she breathes
And the malaprops make me want to fucking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word means
Well, it's literally not that

Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too many times they're beyond their years
By every half-wit of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable convo
Features her patiently explaining the cosmos
Of which she's in the middle

Oh my God, I swear this never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from spinning
I feel so unconvincing
And I fumbled with the buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with the best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts which was fun
Til she said that she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful levitation white girls put on
Why don't you move to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you begged me to choke ya

Writer(s): Tillman Joshua Michael
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Continuing my article on song lyrics and sex, we have The Night Josh Tillman Came To Our Apartment by Father John Misty (aka John Tillman), which shows our narrator talking out of both sides of his mouth. After proclaiming his love, he shamelessly berates his female host. The lyrics are a sort of director’s commentary to a night of debauchery.

It’s hard to pinpoint the meanest verse. “Of the few main things I hate about her one’s her petty vogue ideas / someone’s been told too many times they’re beyond their years,” followed by, “and now every insufferable convo / features her patiently explaining the cosmos / of which she is in the middle.” He really dives headfirst into hedonistic cynicism.

While for some his language of misogyny may be inexcusable, I think Tillman’s complex point is revealed in the song’s bridge. He sings, “Oh my God, I swear this never happens / lately I can’t stop the wheels from spinning / I feel so unconvincing / when I fumble with your buttons.”

Compare those lyrics to Randy Newman’s Maybe I’m Doing It Wrong (which I mentioned here), and we find a subtly different dysfunction. Whereas Newman is hounded by anxiety, Tillman is so wound up with loathing that he literally can’t get it up. He explains stereotypically, “I swear this never happens.” The demand for sincerity can never be fulfilled, much less by Tillman himself. Yet the demand remains.

What I like about this song is that it is non-judgmentally judgmental. It doesn’t take the viewpoint of, “look at what an idiot I was for being such a hyper-critical douche bag.” Rather, it shows us the narrator’s hatred, his self-hatred, and its effect. “Lately I can’t stop the wheels from spinning.”

We conclude that Tillman’s inexhaustible self-righteousness is self-destructive, and yet, to make matter more complicated, completely out of his control in the moment. Who among us can’t sympathize? Sometimes our thoughts carry us to dark places.

I’ll let you ponder the song’s sardonic final statement.