[[Imogen Heap – Hide And Seek]]
Oggi soltanto musica, e relativa varietà di still life; come regalo, in barba a tutte le regolamentazioni, ci saranno anche i link (ADSL permettendo, e a banda ridottissima). A scanso di equivoci sul mood, le canzoni non saranno tutte come questa – peraltro bellissima…
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 take over
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (you won’t catch me around here)
blood and tears
they were here first
ooom what’dcha say,
emmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
ooom what’dcha say,
emmm that’s all for the best?
of course it is
emmm what’dcha say?
hmmm that it’s just what we need
you decided this
mmmm what’dcha say?
hmmm what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
midsweet 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
(hide and seek)
ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
(hide and seek)
speak no feeling
no, I don’t believe you
you don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don’t care a bit
oh no, you don’t care a bit
(hide and seek)
oh no, you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit
