I’ve got nowhere to rely, on sober piece of mind, my paranoia will survive, through the long November night, remember clouds that ruin sky? Can’t see me through the wounded eye, detach from all you know is right, journey down south and blur the lines,
Far away, from here, I’m on holiday, my love, my dear it’s time to operate, through the hole within my ear, just to hide away inside my favorite place to fear,
No other words could be heard, cause a slow song plays in my head, it’s just the laughter of the puppet master, he’s come back for the rest, he knows I’ve heard the whispers, and he’s come to put me back in the chest, and it’s a disaster in there, I’m kept by my master in there,
Ohhhh I go down Anomaly Road, it’s covered in bones and snow, nobody knows where it goes, I’ve already met those, who want to feed me to the ravens and crows, feelings exposed, and they’re harder than stone,
Far away, from here, I’m on holiday, my love, my dear, it’s time to drive away, those doubts we feel so clear, up to promenade, down that path we love to fear,
I lie in the cold, while you’re trapped by it as you’re dying at home I see no, escape at all from death, the snake oil has divided us all, I wept, like a child on the side of the road, your last words hidden under my breath, in my head, played a powerful song, it wasn’t laughter anymore, and we weren’t out there anymore the battle was one abut lost was the war, I’m coming home for,
No other words could be heard, cause a slow song played in my head, it’s just the laughter of the puppet master, he’s come back, from the dead, he knows I’ve heard the whispers, and he’s come to put me back in the chest, and it’s a disaster in there, I’m kept by my master in there.
A sprawling, 25-song set from Pete Yorn complete with covers of Springsteen and The Smiths capture him at his unguarded best. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2020