The lyrics to 'The Puppet Motel', a song on Laurie Anderson's 1994 album 'Bright Red':

"I live on the highway
Near the puppet motel
I log in every day
I know the neighborhood well
Now about the residents
of the puppet motel
They're more than a little spooky
And most of them are mean
They're runnin' the numbers
They're playin' cops and robbers
Down in the dungeons
Inside their machines

Cause they don't know
What's really real now
They're havin' fourth
Dimensional dreams
Their minds are out on bail now
And real is only what it seems

And all the puppets in this digital jail
They're running around in a frenzy
In search of the Holy Grail
They're havin' virtual sex
They're eatin' virtual food
No wonder these puppets
Are always in a lousy mood

Where everything is clean and swell
Take a walk on the B side of town
Down by the Puppet Motel
Take a whiff. Burning plastic

I drink a cup of coffee I try to revive
My mind's a blank I'm barely alive
My nerves are shot I feel like hell
Guess it's time to check in
At the Puppet Motel

Boot up. Good afternoon. Pause.
Oooo. I really like the way you talk.
Pardon me. Shut down.

(sung to a semi stomping heavy metal kind of rhythm)

I guess as performance artist and author of the marvellous 'United States Parts I to IV, 'Gravity's Angels', etc and a subsequently less interesting career as self-appointed wry politicised commentator she feels she's allowed to experiment with masking her voice and projecting big shadows on stage, but for other people well that's not really on is it.....