Genre
Post Punk / Synth Wave
Band Members
Genre
Post Punk / Synth Wave
Band Members
Michele Mozzillo - vox/ lyrics/ bass/ synth
Dye Ki Nlooln - guitar / synth / programming / artwork
Record Label
SwissDarkNights
Hands
Hapax Lyrics
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Here in may hand's hold,
It slips away like sand therethrough.
It rests a Midas-like curse
Here on my hand's hold.
I bear a Midas-like curse
Frail,
I feel my hands numb,
A phrase
All through my hands.
Grains, till my old hand goes on, afraid,
Tracing vane odes for the grave,
Only vane odes for the grave.
I can not feel the texture
With my hand's thumb
As all I touch become true.
The evil Midas-like curse here in my hands
Make me unable to hold.
The lyrics of Hapax's song "Hands" are melancholic and introspective, dealing with themes of vulnerability, frailty, and the impact of one's actions on oneself and others. In the first verse, the singer reflects on the fragility of stone and the way it slips away from their grasp like sand. This image makes them aware of their own weakness and the fleeting nature of all things. They then mention a "Midas-like curse", which seems to refer to the mythical king who turned everything he touched into gold. This cursed power is now in the singer's hands and makes them feel powerless, as if they are unable to hold onto anything for long.
In the second verse, the singer describes numbness in their hands and a feeling of detachment from the world. They mention a phrase that seems to be repeating throughout their hands, perhaps referring to a sense of insecurity or anxiety. They then talk about tracing "vane odes" for the grave, which could be interpreted as futile attempts to find meaning or solace in the face of death. The repetition of "vane odes" suggests a sense of hopelessness or resignation.
Overall, the lyrics of "Hands" evoke a sense of sadness and uncertainty, as the singer struggles to come to terms with their own mortality and the limitations of their own power.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh how frail stone turns
The fragility of life is reflected in the impermanence of stonework.
Here in may hand's hold,
As I hold this stone, I'm reminded of my own fleeting grasp on life.
It slips away like sand therethrough.
No matter how tightly I hold onto it, this stone will inevitably slip through my fingers like sand.
It rests a Midas-like curse
This stone carries with it a curse similar to the legendary King Midas, whose touch turned everything to gold.
Here on my hand's hold.
I can feel the weight of this curse in the grasp of my hand.
I bear a Midas-like curse
The curse symbolizes the way in which my touch renders everything transient and impermanent – like gold, which is beautiful, but ultimately useless when it comes to matters of life and death.
Frail,
I am weak and vulnerable.
I feel my hands numb,
The curse has robbed me of sensation, making me feel distant and disconnected.
A phrase
This curse is like a repeating motif in my life, an unchanging theme that resurfaces again and again.
All through my hands.
The curse weighs heavily on me, as if it has seeped into every fiber of my being.
Grains, till my old hand goes on, afraid,
Time passes as I grow old and face the inevitability of death, but the curse persists, leaving me feeling helpless and afraid.
Tracing vane odes for the grave,
I am haunted by fleeting and meaningless moments, which are like insubstantial poems leading me towards death.
Only vane odes for the grave.
These poems lead nowhere and offer no resolution.
I can not feel the texture
I am unable to fully experience the world around me due to the curse, which has robbed me of sensation and feeling.
With my hand's thumb
Even the most delicate touch feels clumsy and imprecise due to the curse.
As all I touch become true.
The curse has the power to render everything that comes into contact with me transient and fleeting, so that the idea of 'truth' becomes impossible to grasp.
The evil Midas-like curse here in my hands
The curse is evil, since it renders everything ultimately meaningless and pointless; it becomes like an extension of my own being, tied up with my hands.
Make me unable to hold.
Ultimately, the curse robs me of even the simplest pleasures, making it difficult to hold tight to anything and rendering me powerless.
Contributed by Declan W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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I absolutely love this band. Their sound and the subjects they sing about, it's absolutely wonderful, it's the type of music I would like to make someday. Also the people who write these song explanations are absolutely goated, cause it's sometimes hard to understand what the vocalist is singing. Many thanks!
@antoniogaudio5128
Band fantastica. U. Pezzo più bello dell'altro
@pathogensmusick
I can't get enough of Hapax, they're one of the best post punk/dark wave acts of all time.
@Paul-Tudor
Remember the good old time...this song is fantastic
@carmem2000
I love HAPAX !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@nostalgicfanatic
Very cool, HAPAX, keep it up!!
@gedeeriana2262
best of the best music good joob,
@Dabruxsa
Magnífico :) ....
@raineriarmendariz1249
al fin alguien en español jaja
@gandolphcarter
Oh man, this is killer.