Imogen Heap
Hide and Seek Lyrics
Hide and Seek Lyrics
a combination of my lyrics and stlyrics.com's
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,(hearts)
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 you say?
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling,
no I dont believe you.Y
ou don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
(hide and seek)
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.
This song is rather amazing. The vocals are incredibly orchestrated so that there is almost always some totally fantastic chords and dissonance. Whenever the lyrics have a lot of emotion, the dissonance levels increase. http://lostthingsfound.blogspot.com/2006/12/totally-blown-away.html%20(A(A really good review of this song, but when i later returned to view it it no longer was there, so be warned, it might not work)
It takes some time to get used to actually hearing and understanding the words, its best if you look at the lyrics the first time so you don't hear something wrong and then get really confused once you know what it actually is saying. Once you can understand the powerful lyrics, and get the harmonies in your head, the song is stuck. It is nearly impossible to get this song unstuck from your head once its in there. Imagine somebody threw a little urchin covered with barbed spines right at your brain. Once its in there, it won't leave. It's like that...minus the blood, guts, and pain. I believe a porcupine would be an appropriate analogy as well, depends on your preference.
Video Time! Now for the warning... This is some random frightening video made by a creeper somewhere that thinks that people care about how and where they drive. Well, we could not care less. The reason that this was the video chosen is simple; the real music videos have their embed functions disabled by request, so this is what we get. You are lucky I even went to the work of finding this one, I had to make my search parameters tighter and actually burn an extra one billionth of a calorie for you, my mysterious reader.
Now for the actual lyrics part. Some other review for this song I read talked about how they believed the lyrics were talking about some girl, possibly imogen heap (what kind of name is that anyway), visited her childhood home to find that it was very changed. The author of this review was saying how the part, "Oily marks appear on walls, Where pleasure moments hung before, The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life," was quite obviously talking about a family portrait that was no longer there. I think that this is utterly ridiculous. First of all, why would a family move but leave their portrait on the wall? That would be just stupid, wouldn't it? Yes. The correct answer to that question is yes. The thing is, if you cared little enough about it to just leave it hanging on the wall, why would you be sad if when you visit years later its no longer there. Makes lots and lots of sense. Not. Secondly, the portion of the song that goes like this, "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." Why on earth would people on a busy street decide that it was a really wonderful time to get all depressed and down just because someone found their house with a family portrait gone. A family portrait that in my opinion doesnt exist. Thirdly, what would ransom notes have anything to do with somebody visiting their house and being sad? I'm going to throw out a random guess. Lets go with... hmmm. Nothing! Unless of course their house was stolen from them by the Mafia and they thought it would be best to wait a while, like a few years, before coming to visit. Gotta be safe and all, don't want to get shot or anything looking at your house.
another song review- http://christianpruitt.wordpress.com/2008/10/13/album-of-the-day-music-from-the-oc-mix-5/
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,(hearts)
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 you say?
(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling,
no I dont believe you.Y
ou don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
(hide and seek)
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.
This song is rather amazing. The vocals are incredibly orchestrated so that there is almost always some totally fantastic chords and dissonance. Whenever the lyrics have a lot of emotion, the dissonance levels increase. http://lostthingsfound.blogspot.com/2006/12/totally-blown-away.html%20(A(A really good review of this song, but when i later returned to view it it no longer was there, so be warned, it might not work)
It takes some time to get used to actually hearing and understanding the words, its best if you look at the lyrics the first time so you don't hear something wrong and then get really confused once you know what it actually is saying. Once you can understand the powerful lyrics, and get the harmonies in your head, the song is stuck. It is nearly impossible to get this song unstuck from your head once its in there. Imagine somebody threw a little urchin covered with barbed spines right at your brain. Once its in there, it won't leave. It's like that...minus the blood, guts, and pain. I believe a porcupine would be an appropriate analogy as well, depends on your preference.
Video Time! Now for the warning... This is some random frightening video made by a creeper somewhere that thinks that people care about how and where they drive. Well, we could not care less. The reason that this was the video chosen is simple; the real music videos have their embed functions disabled by request, so this is what we get. You are lucky I even went to the work of finding this one, I had to make my search parameters tighter and actually burn an extra one billionth of a calorie for you, my mysterious reader.
Now for the actual lyrics part. Some other review for this song I read talked about how they believed the lyrics were talking about some girl, possibly imogen heap (what kind of name is that anyway), visited her childhood home to find that it was very changed. The author of this review was saying how the part, "Oily marks appear on walls, Where pleasure moments hung before, The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life," was quite obviously talking about a family portrait that was no longer there. I think that this is utterly ridiculous. First of all, why would a family move but leave their portrait on the wall? That would be just stupid, wouldn't it? Yes. The correct answer to that question is yes. The thing is, if you cared little enough about it to just leave it hanging on the wall, why would you be sad if when you visit years later its no longer there. Makes lots and lots of sense. Not. Secondly, the portion of the song that goes like this, "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." Why on earth would people on a busy street decide that it was a really wonderful time to get all depressed and down just because someone found their house with a family portrait gone. A family portrait that in my opinion doesnt exist. Thirdly, what would ransom notes have anything to do with somebody visiting their house and being sad? I'm going to throw out a random guess. Lets go with... hmmm. Nothing! Unless of course their house was stolen from them by the Mafia and they thought it would be best to wait a while, like a few years, before coming to visit. Gotta be safe and all, don't want to get shot or anything looking at your house.
another song review- http://christianpruitt.wordpress.com/2008/10/13/album-of-the-day-music-from-the-oc-mix-5/
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