I love your work Amanda! It's all masterpieces. Seems like you always do what ever you want! :) Please let us know if you ever play in Norway, or Europe, or anywhere, and you need a warmup-band! :) - BR Knockelkatt

Your music is so nice. All of it. Thank you for existing. I hope your existence is swell.

SUPERB with an upper case S.. U.. P.. E.. etc.

i don't think i can physically express just how much i love this song

your words spoken and spun in song inspire. thank you xo

a candle the music makes a picture of a candle

I’ll Be Your Mirror: A Tribute to The Velvet Underground & Nico

Venus In Furs

Labyrinth

Late Afternoon in the Meadow (1887) - EP

Where White Lilies Bloom

She sits in the corner, shrouded in doubt,
Her voice is too quiet, her way about.
"What’s the weight of betrayal?" she whispers low,
The Machine responds, its voice steady and slow.

"More than stars in the cosmos, yet lighter than air, 
A betrayal weighs heavy on those who care. 
It slips through the cracks, unseen, never leaves
Its weight is the burden that a human heart perceives."

Ask Machine a question, what will you find?
Are answers the comfort, or a trick for the mind?
A Machine that knows all, and always stays the same,
When answers lay down,  who is to frame?

Her gaze flickers, a spark in the gloom, 
Her heart wrestles answers that hang in the room. 
"Can you measure the distance from dreams that have died?" 
The Machine hums softly, then gently replied,

"As vast as the ocean, as fleeting as sand, 
The distance is measured in steps you can’t plan. 
For dreams that are gone leave a space vast and wide, 
A void where our deepest desires reside."

Is there peace in knowing, or just more to seek?
Some answers can strengthen, sometimes they make weak
In the end, it's the quest, the journey’s the key,
In the vast sea of questions, we find what to be.

Ask Machine a question, what will you find?
Are answers the comfort, or a trick for the mind?
A Machine that knows all, and always stays the same,
When answers lay down,  who is to frame?

Ask Machine A Question (Acoustic Sci-Fi)

If I Was | 23rd March 2015 (March 31 US & CA)
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If I Was

Teeth White

Passenger

Gulag Orkestar

Postcards from Italy

Between Two Shores

Wreckless Heart

this song was co-written by amanda palmer & jason webley insipred by - and in honor of - Meow Wolf's "House of Eternal Return", a "unique art experience featuring a wild new form of non-linear storytelling which unfolds through exploration, discovery and 21st century interactivity", in Santa Fe New Mexico. 

"The House is a 20,000 square foot art exhibit designed by the Meow Wolf collective. There are dozens of rooms, secret passages and interactive light and musical objects with which guests can play for hours or investigate the mystery of the Selig family, who disappeared one night after conducting a forbidden experiment inside their Victorian mansion. Who were the Seligs? Where did they go? and why is their home overrun by figures in white lab coats?"
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CREDITS
House of Eternal Return
By Amanda Palmer and Jason Webley
(C) 2018 by Eight Foot Music (ASCAP) and Music That Tears Itself Apart (SESAC).

Amanda Palmer: Vocals, Wurlitzer
Jason Webley: Vocals, wine glasses, Rhodes, percussion
Additional vocals and whispers by the Electric-Blanket-Video-Shoot-Wrap-Party Choir

Basic tracks engineered by Chris Bittner at Applehead Studio in Woodstock, NY.
Additional recording and mixing by Jason Webley.
Mixed and mastered by Jherek Bischoff

Special thanks to Ken Bogdanowicz, Chris Poage, Hoku Uchiyama, Matt Miller, and Vanishing Angle Film Studio

Original watercolor painting by Bayla Arietta  
www.baylaart.com

LYRICS
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
but 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

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,
a hundred and forty four thousand
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

My Finest Work Yet

Sisyphus

One With The Birds

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