Bored in the USA -- Father John Misty How many people rise and say "My brain's so awfully glad to be here For yet another mindless day"? I've got all morning to obsessively accrue A small nation of meaningful objects And they've got to represent me too By this afternoon, I'll live in debt By tomorrow, be replaced by children How many people rise and think "Oh good, the stranger's body's still here Our arrangement hasn't changed?" Now I've got a lifetime to consider all the ways I've grown more disappointing to you As my beauty warps and fades I suspect you feel the same When I was young, I dreamt of a passionate obligation to a roommate Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted? Who said that? Can I get my money back? Just a little bored in the USA Oh, just a little bored in the USA Save me, white Jesus Bored in the USA Oh, they gave me a useless education And a subprime loan On a craftsman home Keep my prescriptions filled And now I can't get off But I can kind of deal Oh, with being bored in the USA Oh, just a little bored in the USA Save me, President Jesus I'm bored in the USA How did it happen? Bored in the USA https://youtu.be/JODshFyKHuA
Dear Father John, You got me through the pandemic. Locked in my burning attic, breathing years of dust, treading water on Zoom, feeling black squares leak their silence into me like squid ink into a freeze-dried bloodstream, I prayed for someone, anyone, to break into a primal scream, pull their hair out, dissolve into a rant or at the very least a disquisition on the nature of contagion, human contamination, the fucking nation exploding under the Unreal Country's unbelievable "leaders," bands of savages spewing viral hate into the ether and calling it "fact" ... Oh, your songs, your dark god and words, your bitter pills and dreamy soundtrack, did it for me : gave form to that inner wildfire : poured gasoline over despair.
Go listen to Father John Misty. “Bored in the USA” is on I Love You, Honeybear.
Thanks for this. For a listen to Father John Misty and your wonderful poem. Though I’m not living in the U.S. at the moment, I’m daily driven to rage and despair about the broken country. Then I go walk by the ocean. Your voice is a breath of fresh air.
Thank you for reading it, Nina — I think this despair is universal. Are you in Iceland?