We plagiarize every narrative we write
Every lie is marked in bright bold yellow stunning sharpie
Each page reveals our crimes
So right my wrongs
I'll bang my drum
When the tiniest empires are crumbling to dust
Bite my tongue
I'll praise your god
When I'm battered and beaten
And given up my trust
Don't you know it was a trap?
The trauma led to profit-hungry algorithms
Spreading dogma wildfires
Right my wrongs
I'll bang my drum
When the tiniest empires are crumbling to dust
Bite my tongue
I'll praise your god
When I'm battered and beaten and given up my trust
Right my wrongs
I'll sing your songs
Just give me a mantra to get me through the night
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
Hey
Pump your fist
If you don't exist
You don't exist
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