Monday, November 21, 2005


Hide and 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 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 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? Ah off 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.


i discovered this song while downloading OC.

anyhow, i've caught Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. it is my favourite Harry movie thus far.
i like cedric diggory's rosy cheeks! awwwww.

so yes, i'm going to disappear from this blog for a while, as i fiercely attempt to dissect my body of workload.
congrats to the o lvl people! you're free for 3 months. :)

I blogged @ 11:38 PM


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likes good books, photography, films, jazz and rock music, champagne
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