Song Lyric Sunday : The Listening Chair

This is my late contribution to Helen Espinosa‘s Song Lyric Sunday. I was traveling home Sunday and Sunday night and had no decent internet. Monday and Tuesday were just a blur of  dealing with the real world. So enough excuses.  Rules and  pingback  here

The prompt this week was a song by a singer/songwriter. Well there are plenty to pick from. I love lots and lots of them. I am however going to go with my very favourite, Imogen Heap.

The song is called, The Listening Chair. Now firstly I shall let Imogen explain what the song is about and how she came to write it. Then  you can watch  the video of the finish song. Though as Immie explains the is not finished not finished yet!

I have probably posted this song before , goodness knows I am always plugging Immie! But after my accident her music and words in my headphones got me through my time in hospital and in the two years recovering leaning to walk . I sent her an email telling her how she had helped me and she sent me a lovely email back. She is a lovely person .


I hope you enjoyed that now here is the finished yet unfinished article .

The Listening Chair”

Cat, blue, piano
Are just some of the things I like
So the more that I see of them in my day
The better I sleep at night

Mum, dad, Giles, (Lizzie) and Juliet (Uncle James)
Are just some of the people I love
So the more of all them I can get in my day
The better I’ll sleep at night

I can moonwalk, build castles, play ping pong, talk to animals,
hold my breath for a really long time…and tell the future
Are just six of the things I can do
And the more I can fit of these things in my day
The better I sleep at night
Ahhh, the better I sleep at night

Composer or maybe an astronaut
This is what I’m gonna be when I grow up
I know cuz I sing out all through the day
I fly through space by night
The teasing, the fighting, the hospitals
I don’t wanna go anymore
I put a brave face on, battle through the day
But I might cry myself to sleep 

Pinch, pinch, punch, punch
Dancing round the car park after lunch
Copy cats, gold stars, cola cubes for good marks
Shy type, show off
Your mom’s got her masters, so what?
Swap stickers, best friends, knight rider
Whatcha tell the time again
Popular, blonde hair, all the pretty girls sit over there
Sister’s in school, he’s cool, our brother knows karate 

What do I do to make you hate me so much?
Is it the clothes I wear? The way I speak?
Wonder bra thrown ‘round the German classroom
You wouldn’t understand
I’ll never live it down
Hiding in the bushes
Or tip-toeing down the corridor
Stop it, you’ll make me laugh
Why would I ever need to know this?
Somehow I’ll get through
I never want this to end
This night, this music, with you in my arms
Switch in to the real world
No idea what I’m doing
But here it goes (there she goes)

I’ve found the place, feels like home
But I caught you kissing her
So suddenly I’m on my own
There’s just not enough hours in the day
Things are going great, I can’t complain
When I stumble to bed, I sleep like a baby
Finding my feet
Make love, make money, make a difference
Finding my feet
Connect (connect)
Finding my feet
Make love, make money, make a difference
How d’you do that again?
Connect together

I find myself gazing out of the window for no reason
When did I stop eating bread… and cheese? I love cheese
I want to have children,
But I don’t want to have children, you know?
Something nibbling, a feeling I can’t quite explain (A question)
Online, offline, like I’m not really here (A choir)
Awake or sleeping, somehow can’t tell the difference (A question)
Bright light outside, dark deep down within

It’s a cover up, it was a cover up operation all along
Honing in, I’m honing in on the heart of it all
Toughen up, I’ve got to toughen up
Coz I’m breaking it all apart
What’s at the heart
What’s at the heart of it all?

Who am I now?
Who am I now?

Lyrics by Imogen Heap.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Helen Espinosa
    Oct 08, 2016 @ 16:12:59

    The thing that strikes me about Imogen Heap is how very real her music is. I always enjoy reading her lyrics and how she puts a song together. This was just so cool! Thank you so much for sharing, Willow!

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