So I’ve been listening to Imogen Heap these days. I really forget in this world of throwaway pop, how much I simply enjoy great, poetic, picture-painting lyrics. For example:
Oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before.
They take over the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.
–Hide and Seek, Imogen Heap
Its hard to describe everything those lines evoke for me, but the imagery in my mind is clear and moving. Anyway, the album is old, so I’m hardly hip. The album is electronic-esque, yet also very melodic and vocal. If you care, its available at Amazon.
