House of Eternal Return Amanda Palmer (Ft. Jason Webley)
"House of Eternal Return" by Amanda Palmer (Ft. Jason Webley) is a #Folk song from 2016 that explores themes of memory, longing, and the cyclical nature of life. The lyrics reflect on the idea of returning to one's roots and the emotional resonance of places. The song features unique vocal harmonies and an eclectic mix of instruments, creating a haunting yet uplifting atmosphere. Its introspective nature resonates with listeners, contributing to Palmer's reputation as a poignant storyteller in modern music.
[Verse 1]
Millions of us standing atop
Millions of snow-covered mountains
Planting our flags, thrusting them in
Waving our arms to be counted
But who is the woman alone in the kitchen
Frozen in front of an easel
She looks like a portrait of somebody's grandmother
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Standing there still, house on a hill
After so many transmissions
Telephone wires tangle the roof
The origin story is missing
The origin story is missing
She hasn't gone out in twenty-five years
Caged under plaster and ivy
Her eyes fix on something out on the horizon
A mountain of leaves gathered drying
To burn to burn, to burn
[Verse 2]
Look at this view, look all around
Tied to the deck that our dad made
There's no room to move and we're so proud
Yes, they made 'em like that in the old days
They made 'em like that in the old days
Retracing patterns with new coats of paint
Fenced in by albums and journals
And they're pulling her back, they keep drawing her in
Into the house of eternal
Return, return, return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return, return, return
Millions of us standing atop
Millions of snow-covered mountains
Planting our flags, thrusting them in
Waving our arms to be counted
But who is the woman alone in the kitchen
Frozen in front of an easel
She looks like a portrait of somebody's grandmother
Still frame image retrieval
Standing there still, house on a hill
After so many transmissions
Telephone wires tangle the roof
The origin story is missing
The origin story is missing
She hasn't gone out in twenty-five years
Caged under plaster and ivy
Her eyes fix on something out on the horizon
A mountain of leaves gathered drying
To burn to burn, to burn
[Verse 2]
Look at this view, look all around
Tied to the deck that our dad made
There's no room to move and we're so proud
Yes, they made 'em like that in the old days
They made 'em like that in the old days
Retracing patterns with new coats of paint
Fenced in by albums and journals
And they're pulling her back, they keep drawing her in
Into the house of eternal
Return, return, return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return
House of eternal return, return, return
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