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 Hide And Seek

Após uma longa "latência" da faceta musical deste blog, cá está ela, recuperada e de boa saúde=P
Há já uns tempos que a andava a tentar ressuscitar, mas sem saber com quê...
A oportunidade perfeita surgiu ontem, ao ver o último episódio da segunda época de "The O.C."
Sobre a série já disse que chegue, quanto à música que aqui deixo hoje, não faço ideia porquê, mas "agarrou-me"! Tive que ir procurar e descobrir que música era, de quem e, então, ouvi-la toda!
Ela aqui fica (a música que encerra a época que neste momento a RTP está a transmitir, btw=P ), altamente recomendada por mim... Eu, para além de a ouvir em loop, estou à espera para ouvir o CD a que pertence!
Mais sobre o assunto se se justificar xD Por enquanto, ouçam esta música (assim numa primeira fase, lembra-me ligeiramente do som de Frou Frou, que também já passou por aqui)... A sério! E depois digam o que acharam, já agora;)

Imogen Heap
»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.

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 off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that its 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 dont 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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Postado por pUtoFisH a.k.a. gonçalo @ 18:37
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