Hands
Ariel Gold Lyrics
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Fantasies get filled with pharmaceutical pills
Rolling on these lines and chills
Conditional love that kills
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
Comfort slipping away
Hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand
Empty hands, oh darling
Empty hands
We're acting on this set to get our needs met
All night avoiding the threat
Of sobriety and ego death
By slamming down what's left
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
Comfort slipping away
Hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand
Empty hands, oh darling
Empty hands
Meaningless exchange, drink up if you're brave
Or if you ain't, it's one in the same
I've been feeling fine, this heart's great
Soaking in a smile that I borrow
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
Comfort slipping away
Hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand
Empty hands, oh darling
Empty hands
Love is so funny from the outside looking in
All my friends wanna take you for a spin
Love is so funny from the outside looking in
All my friends wanna take you for a spin
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
When my cigarette ends
I won't know what to do with my hands
Comfort slipping away
Hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand
Empty hands, oh darling
Empty hands
The song "Hands" by Ariel Gold is a poignant portrayal of the emptiness and loneliness that comes with addiction and conditional love. The song opens with a reference to "pharmaceutical pills" and "lines and chills" which suggests the character's dependence on drugs to numb their pain. The next line "tomorrow mopping up those tragic spills" gives the impression that they are also dealing with the aftermath of their addiction. The line "conditional love that kills" speaks to the character's experience of being in a relationship that is based on conditions and how it's slowly killing them.
The chorus of the song is about the character's struggle to find comfort and a sense of purpose. Their cigarette is a metaphor for their addiction, and when it ends, they are left with nothing to do with their hands. The line "comfort slipping away, hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand" showcases the instability and uncertainty that they are feeling.
In the second verse, the character is depicted as being in a social setting with others who are also trying to escape their realities through drug and alcohol use. The line "Acting on this set to get our needs met" suggests that they are all playing a part to hide their true selves. The line "By slamming down what's left" refers to their desperation to feel something, anything, even if it's fleeting.
The bridge of the song is about the character's realization that their relationships are meaningless and that they are capable of finding happiness within themselves. However, the chorus repeats, highlighting the ongoing struggle to find comfort and purpose in their life.
Overall, "Hands" is a powerful commentary on addiction, loneliness, and self-discovery. The song acknowledges the harsh realities of addiction and the effects it can have on one's life while also highlighting the importance of finding happiness and meaning within oneself.
Line by Line Meaning
Fantasies get filled with pharmaceutical pills
Taking drugs to escape reality
Rolling on these lines and chills
The feeling of taking drugs and getting high
Tomorrow mopping up those tragic spills
Dealing with the consequences of drug use
Conditional love that kills
Love that is given with conditions and can be harmful
When my cigarette ends
When something that brings temporary comfort is gone
I won't know what to do with my hands
Feeling lost and unsure without something to hold onto
Comfort slipping away
Feeling like a fleeting feeling or sensation is fading
Hell, it's like I'm tryna hold sand
Trying to hold onto something that is constantly slipping away
Empty hands, oh darling
Feeling empty and alone
We're acting on this set to get our needs met
Doing things to fulfill our own desires and wants
All night avoiding the threat
Avoiding facing reality and the consequences of our actions
Of sobriety and ego death
The fear of being sober and facing one's true self
By slamming down what's left
Continuing to indulge in temporary pleasures, even when there's nothing left
Meaningless exchange, drink up if you're brave
Engaging in pointless activities or social interactions, and trying to mask it with alcohol
Or if you ain't, it's one in the same
Regardless of whether you participate or not, the outcome is inevitable
I've been feeling fine, this heart's great
Feeling physically okay, but emotionally empty
Soaking in a smile that I borrow
Pretending to be happy, but not truly feeling it
Love is so funny from the outside looking in
Observing love from an outsider's perspective can be entertaining
All my friends wanna take you for a spin
Everyone else wants to experience love and the happiness it brings
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Samantha Goldman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@NannaJuliaViola
Nice song! :)