Scrapbooks

I'm working intently on a scrapbook for prom, so I will not post much today.

I love creating stuff. Creating stuff you can hold in your hand. Shaping things, paying attention to detail, getting your hands messy with glue and ink and paint and glitter and random crap. I like touching something, making it yours. It's so much fun.

I got the Imogen Heap CD from the library. I already knew a lot of the songs on it, but I'm enjoying it immensely. Another thing I really like is making music that is specifically YOURS. With your own twists, turns, your own control. It's so cool. Imogen Heap does that. She's like a one-man band, playing all her music and doing a lot of it from her computer. She records herself on an apple computer, then plays it back, then records her claps over her own voice, then plays those back, then sings over her own voice and her claps. Plus she plays like three different keyboards in one song and one of them is a percussion synth. And she plays the harp and other stringlike instruments. It's SO COOL. My readers might really enjoy her, because she's got very unique music and because she is a brunette.



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 who 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 (hearts)
They were here first.

Mmm, whatcha say
Mmm, that you only meant well,
Well of course you did
Mmm, whatcha say
Mmm, that it's all for the best
Of course it is,
Mmm, whatcha say
Mmm, that it's just what we need
You decided this
Mmm, whatcha say
Mmm, what did she say?


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.
(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 bit.
(Hide and seek)
No, you don't care a bit.
(Hide and seek)
No, you don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.