"Hide & Seek" - Imogen Heap
I open my desk cabinet, carefully. The left side never really fully recovered, but the mix-matched golden hinge is still hanging on tight. I think it's missing a screw somewhere, but it's so damn small I'm too lazy to find it. When I close it, the metal screeches ever so slightly and when the magnets connect, it droops down just a centimeter below normal. When I let go, one side sits at an uneven angle and the other is a little cracked. It's subtle, but I know it's there so I can't help but stare at it. Looking at it now, I can't help but think the style is a bit outdated and the wood isn't even real wood. It just looks like what it's supposed to look like from the outside, but there's more to it than what it seems. Look again and you'll probably find a mixture of sawdust, fragments of what was wood, maybe glue, paint, and a dash of "hope for the best." I'm surprised with every move and a ton of memories stored in it that it hasn't fallen apart just yet. It's holding up on its own; doing what it needs to do for as long as it can do it. I guess like me, even with all these imperfections and room for repairs, it's gonna take a whole lot more than one strong blow to knock it down completely.
Lyrics:
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 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 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.
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.
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I open my desk cabinet, carefully. The left side never really fully recovered, but the mix-matched golden hinge is still hanging on tight. I think it's missing a screw somewhere, but it's so damn small I'm too lazy to find it. When I close it, the metal screeches ever so slightly and when the magnets connect, it droops down just a centimeter below normal. When I let go, one side sits at an uneven angle and the other is a little cracked. It's subtle, but I know it's there so I can't help but stare at it. Looking at it now, I can't help but think the style is a bit outdated and the wood isn't even real wood. It just looks like what it's supposed to look like from the outside, but there's more to it than what it seems. Look again and you'll probably find a mixture of sawdust, fragments of what was wood, maybe glue, paint, and a dash of "hope for the best." I'm surprised with every move and a ton of memories stored in it that it hasn't fallen apart just yet. It's holding up on its own; doing what it needs to do for as long as it can do it. I guess like me, even with all these imperfections and room for repairs, it's gonna take a whole lot more than one strong blow to knock it down completely.
Lyrics:
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 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 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.
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.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/imogenheap/hideandseek.html
http://celebriscoop.com
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