Happy stalking! (part 2)

Imogen Heap - Speak For YourselfWhile I’m on the subject of stalking, I wanted to mention a couple of beautiful songs. When it comes to music, I’m not actually much of a lyrics person. I’ll often listen to a song for weeks, sub-vocally singing along with the chorus, without having a clue what the song is actually saying. So it sometimes comes as a surprise to me when I discover that a light and happy, positively bouncy pop song turns out to be…potentially darker. Take, for example, Imogen Heap’s song Goodnight and Go, from her album Speak For Yourself (soon to be a new single):

Follow you home
You’ve got your headphones on
And your dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot
You’re taking everything off

Watch the curtains, wide open
And you fall in the same routine
Flicking through the TV
Relaxed and reclining
And you think you’re alone…

It’s a wonderful, catchy song, but definitely treading the fine line between sexy and psycho.

Bleu - RedheadAnother hauntingly sweet and beautiful stalker song comes from the album Redhead by Bleu, one of my favourite CDs from 2003. (Apparently he has another album in the works–I’m looking forward to that very much.) From Watching You Sleep:

I confess I looked up your work address
It wasn’t fate that bumped into you that day
But it’s still me who holds your hand when your asleep
Cause you don’t know what to do about your life

So I’m watching you sleep – right outside your window
Inches away from sleeping with you
You don’t even know it
Watching you sleep all night.

Mmmm. Warm and fuzzy and slightly crazy.

5 Replies to “Happy stalking! (part 2)”

  1. Imogen Heap has a tour coming up, she plays The Arches in Glasgow on 2nd April.

    This post got me thinking of songs that are uncomfortable lyrically. I’m a big fan of the murder ballad. The first verse from Via Chicago from Wilco’s Summerteeth…

    “I dreamed about killing you again last night
    And it felt alright to me
    Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies
    I sat and watched you bleed
    Buried you alive in a fireworks display
    Raining down on me
    You cold, hot blood ran away from me
    To the sea”

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