heartwrenching

Currently on repeat:
"Hide and Seek," Imogen Heap

I am such a sucker for suspended harmonies; they tug at something visceral and just kill me. every. single. time. There's a little bubble of aching pressure in my chest and throat [NB: is it weird that "aching pressure" made me think of the patient I saw today with pancreatitis??] that only resolves when the suspension does. After about the 10th listen, I finally realized that the lyrics don't really make a lot of sense - some filter in my brain bypasses lyrics in favor of harmonic structure - but honestly who cares?

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