The OC has introduced or re-introduced me to many, many songs, in fact maybe I just watch it for the music (who am I kidding). Well in the Finale an incredibly enchanting song was played. Which since getting the song I have had on continuos repeat. It wakes up something inside me, during essay writing last night, when I had a block I would listen to the song a couple of times and then go back and type 🙂 Motivating music. So much of my life is about Music, sounds. When I am on the bus with earphones in my ear, I am not just listening to the music but to everything happening around me. The melody of life with the harmony of music flowing and weaving around it. Just Listen.
Hide and Seek
by Imogen Heap
where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just began to fall
crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling
spin me around 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 pleasue moments hung before
the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still alive
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines? oh, you won’t catch me around here
blood and tears they were here first
mm what you say
oh that you only meant well, well of course you did
mm what you say
mm that it’s all for the best, of course it is
mm what you say
that IT’S JUST what we need, you decided this
mm what you say
what did she say?
ransom notes keep falling at 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
Just over a year ago, I was given the opportunity to work on a book called The Complete Book of Creative Scrapbooking, published by Murdoch Books. In the book other than myself is