In 2008 the group released their debut album ‘The Sound of Trees Falling on People’ to critical acclaim. Rolling Stone described the record as “an album that’s as ambient and mesmerizing as an iced-over forest". Along with 5 star reviews, FBI radio crowned the record ‘one of Australia’s top ten albums of the decade’ and listeners also recognised the band at Sydney’s Music Arts and Culture Awards as Best Live Act.
Seekae spent an incredibly busy few years supporting the praised release, touring heavily with the likes of PVT, Mount Kimbie, Broadcast, Cloud Control, Decoder Ring and the Midnight Juggernauts, as well as selling out their own headline shows.
On the 25th March 2011, the band delivered their second offering in the album +Dome. +Dome demonstrated the bands capacity to grow and evolve within their own style, paying homage to the sound and textures of Tokyo, Berlin, Chicago and London, ‘ Dome’ blends live instrumentation with electronics and samples collected over two years of performing, touring and writing.
As noted by Mess and Noise +Dome "a synthesis of the organic and technical [such] that the two become gleefully indistinguishable. Consider the beats; you can never quite tell if they are the product of animal hide or circuitry. Or the way the band have expanded their instrumental palette, with the addition of strings and more developed guitar work, but still couched it in their shining strength – piercing synth lines and dizzying ionic warbles."
HANDS
Seekae Lyrics
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they have no blood to hold.
The room is dark,
but I can hear her laugh.
My eyes, they fear
what my ears think they hear.
My head, it spins
and then my love begins.
no games,
Just this old ball and chain.
She thinks I lack,
The will to cut some slack.
Too young, too old
to tell what I've been told.
My hands, they're cold
they need some blood to hold.
My love is back,
in the ground, in black.
I stool, she knows,
just not how deep it goes.
White guilt inspect,
all lacking intellect.
I talk regrets, the dying architect.
Old man, unsaid
dying alone in bed.
The steeps of life,
are climbed best with a knife.
Still young, still old,
can't tell what I've been told.
Put my hands, ears too cold.
Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
The song Hands by Seekae is a slow and somber track that explores themes of loss, regret, and aging. The lyrics paint a vivid portrait of a person wrestling with their own mortality and the memory of a past love. The opening line, "My hands are cold, they have no blood to hold" suggests a sense of physical numbness and detachment, which is further reinforced by the description of the dark room and the sound of laughter.
As the song progresses, the lyrics delve deeper into the singer's psyche. They express a fear of what they think they hear and a sense of frustration with their own perceived weakness. The repeated refrain of "no fun, no games, just this old ball and chain" conveys a sense of being trapped in a loveless or unfulfilling situation, while the line "too young, too old to tell what I've been told" suggests a sense of confusion and uncertainty about their place in the world.
As the song reaches its conclusion, the focus shifts to themes of death and regret. The description of a love "in the ground, in black" suggests that the singer has lost someone close to them, while the image of the "dying architect" suggests a sense of decay and decay. The final lines, "still young, still old, can't tell what I've been told. Put my hands, ears too cold. Soon they'll need some blood to hold" suggest a desire to connect with others and to experience life more fully, but also a sense of resignation and acceptance of one's own mortality.
Overall, Hands is a hauntingly beautiful song that captures the complex emotions and themes of loss, regret, and aging. Its intricate lyrics and melancholy melody combine to create a profound and affecting portrait of the human condition.
Line by Line Meaning
My hands are cold, they have no blood to hold.
My hands are numb from loneliness and lack of human touch.
The room is dark, but I can hear her laugh.
Even though I'm alone in the darkness, I can still feel the memory of her laughter.
My eyes, they fear what my ears think they hear.
My imagination is running wild and my senses are deceiving me.
My head, it spins and then my love begins.
My thoughts race about, and memories of my loved one come flooding back.
No fun, no games, Just this old ball and chain.
Life can feel like a burden sometimes, with no fun or enjoyment to be found.
She thinks I lack, the will to cut some slack.
Others may underestimate my strength and resolve.
Too young, too old to tell what I've been told.
Age isn't always a clear indicator of wisdom or experience.
My love is back, in the ground, in black.
My love has passed away and is now buried in the earth.
I stool, she knows, just not how deep it goes.
I appear strong on the surface, but my emotions run much deeper.
White guilt inspect, all lacking intellect.
People who claim to understand my pain out of guilt actually have little intelligence or empathy toward me.
I talk regrets, the dying architect.
I reflect on my regrets and missed opportunities as I face the end of my life.
Old man, unsaid, dying alone in bed.
An old man dies alone and with many regrets and unspoken thoughts.
The steeps of life, are climbed best with a knife.
Life's challenges are best faced head-on, with strength and courage.
Still young, still old, can't tell what I've been told.
I'm still unsure of what life has to teach me, regardless of my age.
Put my hands, ears too cold. Soon they'll need some blood to hold.
Without human touch and connection, even my physical senses will grow cold and numb.
Contributed by Jordyn V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Carbus Gamer
Porque ni hay otro video de seekae - hands en yt excepto este flipo
Mind Drip
parece que su música no es adecuadamente valorado :(