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 again,
And rub my eyes,
This can’t be happening!
When busy streets a-mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads, heavy.
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,
Blood and tears,
Hearts,
They were here first.
Mm, whatcha say?
Mm, that you only meant well?
Well of course you did.
Mm, whatcha say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best?
Of course it is!
Mm, whatcha say?
Mm, that it’s just what we need?
You decided this.
Mm, whacha say?
Mm, what did she 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.
- Imogen Heap, Hide & Seek
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I found this little gem on the nets the other day and figured I would post it up. Have a listen even if you’ve heard the original (this is a remix) since it’s Imogen AND DJ Tiesto.