As a musician Henson usually sings and plays guitar. Henson suffers from serious stage fright and, as a result, he rarely plays concerts. His art show "Hithermost" took place at the Pertwee, Anderson & Gold gallery in London in January 2013 and "sold quickly". He has also released a wordless graphic novel called "Gloaming", published by Pocko, which is "essentially a field guide to a spirit world beyond our reality". Read Full BioKeaton Henson (born 24 March 1988) is an English folk rock musician, visual artist and poet from London.
As a musician Henson usually sings and plays guitar. Henson suffers from serious stage fright and, as a result, he rarely plays concerts. His art show "Hithermost" took place at the Pertwee, Anderson & Gold gallery in London in January 2013 and "sold quickly". He has also released a wordless graphic novel called "Gloaming", published by Pocko, which is "essentially a field guide to a spirit world beyond our reality".
Keaton Henson was born in 1988 in London, England. He is the son of actor Nicky Henson and ballet dancer Marguerite Porter.
Originally Henson was an illustrator. He designed the artwork for various albums including Dananananaykroyd's Hey Everyone! and Enter Shikari's Take to the Skies. Henson recorded songs in his apartment in London, initially purely for his own consumption. He gave a recording of one of the songs as a gift for his best friend, and was encouraged to put music online. In November 2010 his debut album Dear was released on Motive Sounds Recordings, in a limited edition which he made by hand himself. In 2011 he released a single, "Metaphors", on Porchlight Records. He also recorded "Don't Be Afraid" for the Tormented soundtrack.
Henson's breakthrough came when Zane Lowe played "You Don't Know How Lucky You Are" on BBC Radio 1 for the first time on Wednesday 7 September 2011, saying: "That piece of music right there is one of the most special pieces of music I've heard in a very very long time". The play received a rapturous reaction from listeners.
Henson formed his own Oak Ten Records and officially re-released his debut album Dear in 2012. It went on to sell over 7,000 copies and gained a cult following. The album was well critically acclaimed: the BBC said "Keaton Henson isn't a show-off, but with talent like this, he has every right to be", and on Metacritic the album received a score of 70 out of 100. The album, which never charted, spawned three singles – "Charon", "Small Hands" and "You Don't Know How Lucky You Are" – all of which were accompanied by music videos. The video for "Charon" was shortlisted for a UK MVA award in Best Budget Indie/Rock Category. "Small Hands" won Best Music Video at Rushes Soho Shorts 2012.
Henson released The Lucky EP in July 2012.
Henson's music ("Charon", "Corpse Roads", "To Your Health", "10AM Gare du Nord", "You") has been featured in the BBC Three zombie drama In the Flesh.
In November 2012, Henson designed a t-shirt for the Yellow Bird Project to raise money for the Teenage Cancer Trust.
"Keaton Henson spends his time alone, writing songs and sometimes drawing, he doesn't like to talk about himself."
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Small Hands
Keaton Henson Lyrics
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Miss the space between your eyelids,
Where I'd stare through awkward sentences
And avoid through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
When we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,
Soft talk began to harden.
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine
The fact they're good at making,
Miss your sitting up incessantly,
And the fact you're always waking in the night, night.
And I,
I hope for your life
You forget about mine
Forget about mine
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
As we rolled in early morning,
Miss your arm dying beneath me,
As I lay there simply yawning
Please forget me, you were right dear,
I am cold and self-involved,
And though I'll miss you, recent lover
I am weak and therefore fold
Get distracted by my music,
Think of nothing else but art
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
If I can just think how to start
Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils,
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,
I'll be idle in my ideals,
Think of nothing else but I.
I, and I
And I,
I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine
Oh, mine.
The song "Small Hands" by Keaton Henson is a poignant reflection on the aftermath of a breakup. Through his lyrics, Henson expresses his nostalgia and longing for his former lover, while acknowledging his own shortcomings that may have contributed to the end of the relationship. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, as Henson declares his deep and immediate longing for his ex-partner. He misses the intimacy they shared, from the way she blinked to the way she fidgeted with her hands. He reflects on the moments when they were close but also the moments of awkwardness and silence that they experienced.
The second paragraph moves on to Henson's reminiscing about the little things they shared together, like smoking in the garden or staying up late talking. He specifically mentions the smallness of his ex-lover's hands and how they were good at "making," which could allude to the physical intimacy they shared. However, he also mentions how she would wake up in the middle of the night, suggesting that the relationship was not without its challenges.
Line by Line Meaning
Miss you terribly already,
I'm feeling a lot of pain because I miss you so much already.
Miss the space between your eyelids,
I miss the space between your eyelids because it's where I could stare into your eyes.
Where I'd stare through awkward sentences
During awkward silences, staring into your eyes helped me avoid the awkwardness of our conversations.
And avoid through awkward silence
Staring into your eyes helped me avoid feeling awkward during those uncomfortable silences.
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
I miss hearing the sound of your teeth chattering.
When we smoked out in my garden
I miss smoking with you in my garden.
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,
I miss the hot nights when we couldn't sleep.
Soft talk began to harden.
Our conversations would get deeper and more serious as the night went on.
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine
I miss holding your small hands in mine.
The fact they're good at making,
I miss the fact that your small hands were skilled at creating things.
Miss your sitting up incessantly,
I miss how you used to sit up in bed all the time.
And the fact you're always waking in the night, night.
I miss how you would wake up in the middle of the night, every night.
And I,
I hope for your life
You forget about mine
Forget about mine
I wish you well and hope that you can move on and forget about me.
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
I miss when you would bite my shoulder.
As we rolled in early morning,
I miss when we would roll around together in the early morning.
Miss your arm dying beneath me,
I miss how your arm would go numb beneath me.
As I lay there simply yawning
I would lie there and yawn while we were together.
Please forget me, you were right dear,
Please forget about me, you were right about me being cold and self-involved.
I am cold and self-involved,
I know that I can be distant and only think about myself.
And though I'll miss you, recent lover
Even though I'll miss you, we were just recent lovers.
I am weak and therefore fold
I am weak and unable to maintain our relationship.
Get distracted by my music,
I get easily distracted by music.
Think of nothing else but art
When I am creating art, I am only thinking about that.
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
I will write about my loneliness in my poetry.
If I can just think how to start
If I can just find a way to begin writing about my loneliness.
Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils,
When I write, I often use eyebrow pencils to dot my I's.
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,
I often close my eyes or hide them when I don't want to see something.
I'll be idle in my ideals,
I will be inactive in my pursuit of my ideals.
Think of nothing else but I.
I can only think of myself.
And I,
I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine
Oh, mine.
Once again, I wish you well and only hope that you can forget about me.
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Keaton Leslie Henson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
rasp berry
Miss you terribly already
Miss the space between your eyelids,
Where I'd stare through awkward sentences
And void through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
When we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,
Soft talk began to harden
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine,
The fact they're good at making
Miss you sitting up incessantly,
And the fact you're always waking in the night
And night
And I,
I hope for your life
You forget about mine
Forget about mine
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
As we rolled in early morning,
Miss your arm dying beneath me,
As I lay there, simply yawning
Please forget me, you were right dear
I am cold and self-involved
And though I'll miss you, recent lover
I am weak and therefore fold
Get distracted by my music,
Think of nothing else but art
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
If I can just think how to start
Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils,
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,
I'll be idle in my ideals,
Think of nothing else but I
I
And I
And I
I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine
Oh, mine
Mine
tea
"Think of nothing else but I
Ill write my loneliness in poem
If i can just think how to start
Dot my "i's" with eyebrow pencils
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes
Ill be idle in my ideals
Think of nothing else but I"
Thats genius lyric writing right there <3
dill pickle
Full Lyrics:
Miss you terribly already
Miss the space between your eyelids,
Where I'd stare through awkward sentences
And void through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
When we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,
Soft talk began to harden
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine,
The fact they're good at making
Miss you sitting up incessantly,
And the fact you're always waking in the night
And night
And I,
I hope for your life
You forget about mine
Forget about mine
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
As we rolled in early morning,
Miss your arm dying beneath me,
As I lay there, simply yawning
Please forget me, you were right dear
I am cold and self-involved
And though I'll miss you, recent lover
I am weak and therefore fold
Get distracted by my music,
Think of nothing else but art
I'll write my loneliness in poems,
If I can just think how to start
Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils,
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,
I'll be idle in my ideals,
Think of nothing else but I
I
And I
And I
I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine
Oh, mine
Mine
Victória Breves
Já sinto tanto sua falta
Sinto falta do espaço entre suas pálpebras
Onde eu olho através de frases estranhas
E evito através do silêncio constrangedor
Sinto falta dos seus dentes quando eles rangem
Quando fumamos em meu jardim
Quando não conseguíamos dormir devido ao calor
A conversa mole começou a endurecer
Sinto falta das suas mãos pequenas na palma das minhas
O fato de que elas são boas em fazer
Sinto falta de você incessantemente ficar até tarde
E o fato de você estar sempre acordando na noite, noite
E eu
Eu espero que para a sua vida
Você esqueça da minha
Esqueça da minha
Sinto falta dos seus dentes cravados no meu ombro
À medida que rolávamos no início da manhã
Sinto falta do seu braço morrendo debaixo de mim
Enquanto eu estava ali simplesmente bocejando
Por favor, me esqueça, você estava certa, querida
Eu sou frio e egocêntrico
E embora eu vá sentir sua falta, amante recente
Eu sou fraco e, portanto, dobro
Me distraio com a minha música
Não penso em outra a não ser arte
Eu vou escrever a minha solidão em poemas
Se eu puder apenas pensar em como começar
Colocar os pingos dos I's com lápis de sobrancelha
Fechar meus olhos, esconder meus olhos
Serei negligente em meus ideais
Pensar em mais nada além de mim
Eu, e eu
E eu
Eu espero que para a sua vida
Você consiga esquecer da minha
Apenas esqueça da minha
Oh, a minha
Dainara Costa
Já sinto tanto sua falta
Sinto falta do espaço entre suas pálpebras
Onde eu olho através de frases estranhas
E evito através do silêncio constrangedor
Sinto falta dos seus dentes quando eles rangem
Quando fumamos em meu jardim
Quando não conseguíamos dormir devido ao calor
A conversa mole começou a endurecer
Sinto falta das suas mãos pequenas na palma das minhas
O fato de que elas são boas em fazer
Sinto falta de você incessantemente ficar até tarde
E o fato de você estar sempre acordando na noite, noite
E eu
Eu espero que para a sua vida
Você esqueça da minha
Esqueça da minha
Sinto falta dos seus dentes cravados no meu ombro
À medida que rolávamos no início da manhã
Sinto falta do seu braço morrendo debaixo de mim
Enquanto eu estava ali simplesmente bocejando
Por favor, me esqueça, você estava certa, querida
Eu sou frio e egocêntrico
E embora eu vá sentir sua falta, amante recente
Eu sou fraco e, portanto, dobro
Me distraio com a minha música
Não penso em outra a não ser arte
Eu vou escrever a minha solidão em poemas
Se eu puder apenas pensar em como começar
Colocar os pingos dos I's com lápis de sobrancelha
Fechar meus olhos, esconder meus olhos
Serei negligente em meus ideais
Pensar em mais nada além de mim
Eu, e eu
E eu
Eu espero que para a sua vida
Você consiga esquecer da minha
Apenas esqueça da minha
Oh, a minha
Rico Calimbas
I think "Small Hands" is about a song about not being able to handle so much of our emotions at the same time. We usually think people with "bigger" hands are capable of holding so much more when everyone have small hands. Its only when we think that enough is never enough so we lose things we never meant to lose. We lose grasp of things that were there and even overlooking things. Only when you take that last thing in your hand and it starts to overwhelm and that one thing, no matter how small will overfill your small hands causing everything to fall out. You collapse and there's really onlt ever one thing to do; to close your eyes and to offer what you dont have in hopes of starting over once again. We all have small hands but thats not always a bad thing, in fact it reminds us our vulnerability inside each one of us
Mairsile
beautifully put
morgan irl
For me i think it's about a man who is so self centered and focused on his own problems and life that he's losing the person he loves. He knows he cares so much about his art and personal struggles that he tells this person she should forget him and live her own life because that's what he does himself. He regrets he can't be the one she deserves, but he knows he will never be so he tells her to go.
snakeberry
@Tommie Wesley everyone will have different perspectives on what message the song is trying to give.
Brie plays
@Tommie Wesley wtf man are you ok
Tommie Wesley
It's about ugly people physically ugly people.
Matthew
There's a certain sorrow that Keaton projects with his music that strikes a cord in me, it really makes me appreciate my own sorrow.
Green
“ where there is light,
a shadow appears.
the cause and effect
when life interferes.
the same rule applies
to goodness and grief;
for in our great sorrow,
we learn what joy means.”
- sleeping at last
Azmodan
Certain sorrow? This song is downright heartwrenching. The video makes it even worse. If you’ve ever had someone who you love more than you love yourself ripped away from you, you’ll understand.
Grarglejobber
cord means a bundle of wood. Chord is the word you're looking for.