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By Pages:   Previous 10 Pages    11    12    13    14    15    16    17    18    19    20   Next 10 Pages Add Your New Review About The Song The Reviews about Hide And Seek (page 16/ 85) ------ performed by Imogen Heap Oh ya | Reviewer: BT | 9/17/08 I recently was just introduced to this song by my choir teacher. Im in an advanced choir and she announced that we would be singing it. She pulled up a youtube clip of UCLA students singing it and they were amazing I just hope my advanced jazz choir can pull it off its a beautiful song a little not so deep review | Reviewer: jason | 9/15/08 this is indeed a great song. but just looking not so deep into the lyrics, does it not look like this song is about her having to move out of a house? I know when I was younger and my family moved, many emotions went through my body. Leaving the house I grew up in seemed like the worst thing that could happen. A lot of the lyrics seem to fit, but then again I might not be grasping the deeper meaning of the song. trains and sewing machines | Reviewer: Anonymous | 9/10/08 I have a feeling this song is not about tibet or any other people group. Usually artists with a political cause are very direct with their lyrics because they dont want you to miss the point. I do believe the song was intentionally ambiguous so the listener could apply their own personal situations of failed or strained relationships. The part I've been confused on was trains and sewing machines. Those are about as different as could be and could speak of a time in our history, or something personal to the writer, but going with the flow of the song I think it simply means the difference between two things, how women and men are so different, like comparing apples and oranges. Even more simple, traditionally men would work on trains, women would sew. Little boys might play with trains, little girls might learn to use sewing machines. The main point though is they are both cold pieces of technology that are so different from each other, and plays nicely into the overall theme of the loss of closeness between people, how ever you interpret that personally or globally. One more thing | Reviewer: Colin H. | 9/10/08 One more thing about the lyrics. Ive watched the video about 100 times now. the correct line is "the dust has only just begun to FALL" not form. its 2 separate thoughts "the dust has only just begun to fall." AND there are "crop circles in the carpet". in the video her mouth never forms an "m" and dust really has nothing to do with furniture leaving those marks(which indeed DO look like crop circles) in carpet. 9/11 | Reviewer: Robert | 9/10/08 I have a hard time believing anything about 9/11. It's so confusing between the conspiracy theory's and such, but on subject of this song I really think its about 9/11/01. 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 amass with people would stop to hold their heads heavy. Seems to me they are talking about the moments when the planes first hit the buildings. Just a thought think about it though. I would like to hear what you have to say about it. E-Mail me at phillipbankert@yahoo.com Wish I'd Known | Reviewer: Colin H. | 9/9/08 i wish to God i had discovered Imogen Heap many years ago instead of only recently. its funny, this is the song ive been trying to write for the last 10 years and, oh, look at that, she did it for me, and quite awhile ago at that. oh well, maybe in the next life. for the record, i know its been a topic in other blogs, the song is in a fairly clear 4/4 time. not 3/4 not 6/8. lastly, it is definately "SHE", not "YOU", in the last line of the "whatcha say" part. still doesnt answer the burning question "what does the song mean?" though, since "SHE" can stand for just about anything. mmmm watcha say? | Reviewer: Tuli | 9/9/08 I think I've listened to this song over a hundred times in the past few days...it has it's own playlist. The first time I heard this my breath caught in my throat. I'm a dancer and performed to this last year...it still never fails to completely blow me away... I see this song in three ways... In the choreography I performed this song was interpreted by the choreographer as being about children and the loss of innocence...where are we? what the hell is going on? Hide and Seek...it was beautiful My boyfriend recently broke up with me in the most horrific way, which leads to my personal interpretation of the song (and subsequently my reason for listening to it on replay!) Where are we? To me that line indicates the sudden chnage in relationship status that people have to deal with...where are we in relation to one another? Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? Of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whatcha say? Mmmm what did you say? This describes so many of the pompously bad decisions my ex made for the "benefit of our relationship"...if only they hadn't been based on his own arbitrarily constructed social and moral scruples. He always did it with such conviction...he always meant well...it was always for the best...how mislead he was... 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 He never let me speak...always bulldozing me...bombarding me My third interpretation is my favourite and at the same time the hardest...it's about my dad. where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling He's in hospital...it's just started to sink in...the crop circles have just begun to form and I can't escape the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets amass with people would stop to hold their heads heavy So much is wrong with my life that I can't quite comprehend it...please can someone rub my eyes and tell me that it was all a dream...please. My father is not in hospital...I have not lost my passport and the only means of getting back home to see him...my boyfriend did not ruthlessly dumb me...I'm not a sick and injured dancer...I am not a hopelessly useless human being... hide and seek trains and sewing machines all those years they were here first Trains and sewing machines...it was a train that used to take my father to his Contract Labour destinations under Apartheid in Nambia...he learnt to sew as a political prisoner on Robben Island...he still has his old sewing machine oily marks appear on walls where pleasure moments hung before the takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life He was fine...it was all going to be ok and now the indomitable oil has blotted my landscape...life is biological in it's purest sense...people live, people die...that is the sweeping insensitivity of this still life...life doesn't care that without my father I will die...the world will still keep spinning. hide and seek trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here) blood and tears (hearts) they were here first You won't catch me around here...I can't deal with the memories of trains and sewing machines...I can't deal with the memories of my father. Blood, tears and hearts...all the basics of humanity...they were here first...we have so little conrol over them. Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? Of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whatcha say? Mmmm what did you say? If there is a god...or a universal energy...or whoever or whatever created this universe this is what I would ask them...did she make us so that we could destroy one another...my father was destroyed by the racist machinations of a supremacist government...he was tortured and imprisoned for what he believed in...they took away 18 years of his life because they saw the right in what he did...they needed the wrong but look where it got them...look where it got them and look what it did to my father in the process! 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 Don't you dare tell me everything will be ok! Stop giving me generic responses! Stop telling me these things happen! I know they do but that doesn't make it any less painful! This is my individual pain! I'm surrounded by people and I've never elt so alone! 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 (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 I love you dada...please be ok Unbelievable. | Reviewer: ss | 9/5/08 This is definitely one of the best songs of this generation. I personally like Hide and Seek 2 better than the original. If you haven't heard it, look it up on youtube or something. It's also on the CD Songs for Tibet - The Art of Peace. If you like Imogen Heap and laid back yet meaningful music, pick this CD up. sublime... | Reviewer: Med | 9/8/08 this song its one of the smoothest yet strongest songs ive ever heard.... it has numberous meanings that come flying in my mind when i read everything people has writen here... but, the first time i heard it... it gave me the feeling of uncertainty... confusion... like one of you said.... "...all of a sudden they hit you like a ton of bricks..." what ever it is that hits you... its like making a stop and really feeling and living those things in life where you dont understand whats happening and you need to stop and think about it... when you just let everything you feel come out from your chest.... its beautiful.... its one my few favourite songs in my life... Interpretation | Reviewer: Shirley | 9/8/08 Everyone can no doubt make interpretations as they like, but for me it seems clear that the lyric speaks about the clash between the Indians and white Americans, who brought with them "trains and sewing machines". The Indians were there first, but were given no respect or human value. I think this lyric is a magnificient way of presenting how it must have felt for them. A real and bitter game of hide and seek. The music supports the lyric beautifully. It's still hard for me not to start crying when I hear it. I think this song has made me a more respectful person. Add Your New Review About The Song By Pages:   Previous 10 Pages    11    12    13    14    15    16    17    18    19    20   Next 10 Pages