Hide and Seek

Voltando ao registo mais melancólico, aqui fica a musica das escondidinhas, como eu gosto de lhe chamar. E é... não só pelo nome mas também pela cadência. Tem variações de ritmos tipicas de quem vai atras de alguem que vai atras de alguem que se escondeu... e quando está quase a encontra-la... afinal parece que não. Então muito devagar, devagarinho, com pézinhos de lã a busca recomeça...

È de uma banda que para nós é desconhecida, mas que me chegou aos ouvidos numa das mais dramáticas cenas da melhor serie de todos os tempos - The OC. O grupo chama-se Imogen Heap.

Hide and Seek ~ Imogen Heap
Colocado por Cehcw

E aqui fica a respectiva letra:

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.