You hide those things so well...

«You hide these things so well, there's no finding», ένα υπέροχο –και πραγματικά «επικίνδυνο»- μουσικό κομμάτι που σε κάνει να κολάς, που κάνει τη σκέψη σου να γυρίζει πίσω, μπρος, πίσω, μπρος...

Ήχος με έντονες Indie επιρροές, που περιπλανάται στα όρια της soul, του blues, της ροκ, με ενορχήστρωση που στους παλιότερους θα θυμίσει ήχους ψυχεδελικούς από τη δεκαετία του ‘60 και -κυρίως- του ‘70...

Είναι το Jism, από τον πρώτο δίσκο των Tindersticks, μιας ρόκ μπάντας από το Νόττινχαμ, που πήρε τό όνομα της σε μια ελληνική παραλία, όταν ο -βαρύτονος- ιδρυτής και τραγουδιστής της Stuart I. Staples βρήκε μπροστά του ένα κουτί γερμανικά σπίρτα. Η ευφάνταστη ενορχήστρωση «ανήκει» στον Dickon Hinchliffe.



If she'd have known
She'd have shown me in
I need to taste her pain
For encouragement


If she'd have known
She'd have shown me in
I need to taste her pain
For accomplishment


See, I can only take it out on you
There's no-one else I can trust
See, I can only take it out on you
There's no-one else but us around


You hide these things so well


There's no finding
You hide these things so well
There's no finding, no finding


And the pink runs into the blue
There are no edges
How do I know where you are tonight?
Need these paper cuts
Need those gravel grinds
Need those pinches to wake me
Give up the drugs
Take the power I offer
Oh the deeper I go
The further I fall
The more I know
The tighter your grip around me
So easily broken
Running down your skin


And the pink runs into the blue
If there's ever anyone else, I'll understand
- And kill them
And I'll overflow your every inlet
You will not cough and spit
You'll welcome me in


And I tell you with my tongue between your toes
If there's ever anyone else
Don't let them do this
And I'll laugh and revel
As you scratch and crawl
If there's ever anyone else
Just show them the ugly mess


You hide these things so well
There's no finding
You hide these things so well
There's no finding, no finding