Music Monday (on Tuesday)

Sorry or no Music Monday post yesterday.  Here's a peace offering.

My wife and I watched The Last Kiss a few days back, starring Zach Braff.  I thought Garden State was brilliant and he was involved at all levels on that film.  Braff's only role in TLK, as far as I can tell, is his acting role.  He was good, but the story wasn't appealing to me.  Even though, Braff in more serious roles is a million times better than Braff in Scrubs.  That show just isn't funny to me. 

When Braff is in a movie you can usually find good music therein.  Who can argue with the amazing Garden State Soundtrack?  It appears The Last Kiss Soundtrack (Amos Lee, Ray LaMontagne, Athlete, Snow Patrol, etc) is also very good, though the music didn't seem as forward as it was in Garden State.

One song has haunted me.  It's Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek."  I'm not much of a Heap fan, but this song may convert me.

Here's the video and lyrics (via) of the song.  Enjoy.  (Also see Live at Indie 103.1)

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,
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 of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's 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.