lørdag, august 18, 2007

Hide and Seek

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.

Mmh, what d'ya say?
That you only meant well, well of course you did.
That it's all for the best, of course it is.
That it's just what we need, you decided this?
What did you 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.

Imogen Heap: Speak for Yourself

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