It isn't all together yet, but it's getting there.
For now you may delight in the amazing-ness of Imogen Heap's new song "First Train Home"
Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over. As hiss and echo gain Irises retreating Two ovals of white. The urge to feel your face And blood rushing to paint my handprint A Frisbee one by one You're vinyl on laminent Desperate for some kind of contact.
First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it To Catch to catch catch catch catch. First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it First Train home
Temporal deadzone Where clocks are barely breathing Yet no one cares to notice For all their yamming on I clam up to hold it together. I want to play, don´t, waveforms in the hideaway I want to get on with getting on with things I want to run in fields, paint the kitchen, And love someone And I can´t do any of that here can I?
First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home.
So what? You´ve had one too many. So what? I´m not that much fun to be with So what? You´ve got a silly hat on So what? I didn´t want to come here anyway.
What matters you doesn´t matter matter to me. What matters to me doesn´t matter matter to you. What matters to you doesn´t matter matter to them. What matters to them doesn´t change anything.
Got to get on it first train home. Got to get on it first train home
First train home I´ve got to get on it (I´ve got to get on it) To catch to catch catch-catch catch. (First train home) First train home I´ve got to get on it First train home. (First train home)
To go to go to go Get get get get Out out out out Now now now now