Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House of Eternal Return, artist - Amanda Palmer.
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Song language: English
House of Eternal 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 |
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 |
Retracing patterns, the path to the door |
She thinks of the hands of her father |
Laying down floor joists, framing up walls |
One board after the other |
One board after the other |
There’s nowhere to rest in this cumbersome cavity |
Crushed under mortalness, sadness and gravity |
Peeling off layers of skin, cracked and blistering |
Scattering seeds, making scratches on history |
Head, shoulders, knees and toes, only the prophet knows |
Why we were planned obsolescent with vertigo |
Ridden like animals, flailing our tentacles |
Searching for shelter in derelict ventricles |
She crosses the threshold, runs up the stairs |
Races through bedrooms and hallways |
She stops at the canvas, a faithful depiction |
The house she’s been entering always |
The house she’s been entering always |
Circling round, heavenward bound |
This flesh isn’t right, the fit is too tight |
This can’t be our permanent housing |
This can’t be our permanent housing |
This can’t be our permanent housing |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return (house of eternal return) |
House of eternal return |
House of eternal return |
Return, return, return, return |
Return, return, return |