i love
IMOGEN HEAP.
her songs are extremely good.
you hear the emotion, the passion, the feeling, the meaning.
in her words, in her songs.
and today i dont know why,
but i talked alot about songs with good and meaningful lyrics.
take PW and GP for example.
there are so many songs that mean much.
but for now,
IMOGEN HEAP's HIDE AND SEEK has made it to the top of my list.
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess 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 thisstill 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? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
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.
You don't care a bit
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
the part in green i find..
the best.
this is such a sad song.
and this part:
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.oh man..i love this song.it's so.. full of feeling.and im well aware that im gushing now.but.. i really think this song depicts alot.that the story behind this is just so.. sad.and im playing the song over and over again."The fan blades on the ceiling spin but the air is
never cold."
- Yellowcard, Breathing