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The 24-Hour Blues

December 10, 2009

Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
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 (hearts).
they were here first.

What did you say? That you only meant well?
Well, of course you did.
What did you say? That it’s all for the best?
Of course it is.
What did you say? That it’s just what we need?
You decided this.
What did you say?
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,
you don’t care a bit.

(hide and seek)
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.

(hide and seek)
Speak no feeling, no, I don’t believe you.
You don’t care a bit,
you don’t care a bit.

(hide and seek)
Oh no, you don’t care a bit.
Oh no, you don’t care a bit.

(hide and seek)
Oh no, you don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.
You don’t care a bit.

– Lyrics from Imogen Heaps’ ‘Hide and Seek’

This is where I am.

Until further notice….


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