12 jul. 2013

Galería de Arte #40

'Hide & Seek' - Imogen Heap

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, amass with people
With 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 (hearts)
They were here first

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

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