Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Hide and Seek

Today's song: "Hide and Seek", by Imogen Heap (2005). 

Where are we?
What the hell is going on? 
The dust has only just begun to fall. 
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling. 
Spin me 'round and rub my eyes,
This can't be happening. 
When busy streets amass with people 
Would stop to hold their heads heavy. 

Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. 
All those years they were here first.

Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this 
Still life. 

Hide and seek, 
Trains and sewing machines.
(Oh, you won't catch me around here.) 
Blood and tears,
They were here first. 

Mmm, what you say? 
Mm, that you only meant well? 
Well of course you did. 
Mmm, what you say? 
Mm, that it's all for the best?
Well, of course it is. 
Mmm, what you say? 
Mm, that it's just what we need? 
You decided this. 
What you say? 
Mmm, what did you say? 

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. 
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no, I don't believe you. 
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit. 

You don't care a bit (x5)

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