HANDS
Swervedriver Lyrics


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I just love this part of the world
The food's fine and the sun shines
And the people seem so relaxed
They ride motorbikes lidless
It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere
They didn't wanna be
I guess I'm not long for this world
He just seems to kind of sit there all day long
In his little store
Where time stood still long before
Meticulous man, time on his hands
Time is his hands
He told me
You too can exist in your very own parallel time
Time ticks and how do you get your kicks?
Right now I could do with any kicks

Back home it's another dead cold night
The street lights emanate kind of surreal glows
Upon the real cold driven snow
That we all know so well
And I walk alone
But when there's a song in my head
I don't really feel alone




The busy streets are empty now
And everybody's gone home

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Swervedriver's song Hands touch upon the themes of wanderlust, nostalgia, and the differences between places and people. The first verse expresses admiration for a particular place in the world, praising its weather, cuisine, and the disposition of its inhabitants. The singer marvels at the apparent contentment of the people who seem to have no desire to venture beyond their comfort zone. However, the final line of the verse suggests that the singer doesn't feel like they belong in this paradise and might not be around much longer.


The second verse describes a chance encounter with a man who runs a small store. The man is portrayed as being almost obsessive in his attention to detail and his preoccupation with time, which he sees as something that can be controlled and manipulated rather than a force that controls us all. He imparts his quirky philosophy to the singer, telling them that they too can carve out their own version of reality. The final line of the verse indicates that the singer is lacking something that their words of wisdom can't provide.


The final verse brings us back to the singer's home, where they find themselves alone on a cold, snowy night. They find solace in the music in their head, which provides a sense of shared experience even when the streets are empty. The lyrics create a contrast between the two settings, one warm and welcoming, the other cold and isolating. The song ends on a note of ambivalence, with the singer feeling both comforted by the music in their mind, yet still feeling alone in the world.


Overall, Hands seems to be exploring the push/pull of wanting to explore new places and experiences while also often feeling disconnected from them. The lyrics evoke the somewhat aimless feeling of travelling simply to escape one's environment but finding that internal struggles and joys remain regardless of the location.


Line by Line Meaning

I just love this part of the world
The singer is fond of the area they are currently in.


The food's fine and the sun shines
The weather is pleasant and the local cuisine is enjoyable.


And the people seem so relaxed
The locals give off an easy-going vibe.


They ride motorbikes lidless
The people ride motorcycles without helmets.


It seems like nobody's ever been anywhere They didn't wanna be
The locals appear content with where they are and have no desire to travel.


I guess I'm not long for this world
The singer feels like they don't belong and may leave soon.


He just seems to kind of sit there all day long In his little store Where time stood still long before
The singer observed a man spending all day in his shop that seems dated.


Meticulous man, time on his hands Time is his hands He told me
The man is thorough with his work and has extra time to spare. He mentioned something to the artist.


You too can exist in your very own parallel time Time ticks and how do you get your kicks?
The man suggests the artist can find their own pace of life. He questions how they enjoy their time.


Right now I could do with any kicks
The artist is currently bored and would welcome any form of excitement.


Back home it's another dead cold night The street lights emanate kind of surreal glows Upon the real cold driven snow That we all know so well
At home, it is another typical cold and snowy night.


And I walk alone But when there's a song in my head I don't really feel alone The busy streets are empty now And everybody's gone home
The artist is walking by themselves but feels accompanied by the music in their thoughts. The streets are deserted now that everyone has gone home.




Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: ADAM FRANKLIN, ADRIAN VINES, GRAHAM BONNAR, JIMMY HARTRIDGE

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Kunal Kotak

Finally found this! Love this track.

Kk. Taylor

Adam would make God jealous.

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