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"Hands" is one of the songs I think about when I think about the phrase "career spanning" in reference to my own work. Yes, it was on my second record...but before that, it was in my punk band, Uncle Dick. We've never formally released any of that work...but "Hands" was always a favorite of mine and when it became obvious that Uncle Dick was dissolving, it became a solo-song. It's probably as old if not older than half of what's on "Grounds." I tried a couple versions of this one, including one that had a slight reggae vibe, but ultimately felt the song works best sticking close to the original arrangement...so that's what you've got.

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She was 17 when I knew her.
We were so obscene and we knew we were.
Now we've grown up, it's like she never heard,
a whisper from my voice,
"Are these feelings yours?"

I said, "I've been losing sleep since the day that I met you."
She kinda smiled and I knew I was doing good.

And I've built these walls, temples, and churches to protect you.
Maybe you could come by and visit.
I work so hard at what I do.
And I haven't got the hands to do it anymore.

There's a river that runs through my hometown.
There's an ocean out west, maybe I'll drown.
There's a theme developing, she's not around.
I listen for the phone to ring and don't hear a sound.

I said, "I've been losing touch since the day you left me hanging."
She erased my message and I knew she'd be happy.

And I've built these walls, temples, and churches to protect you.
Maybe you could come by and visit.
I work so hard at what I do.
And I haven't got the hands to do it anymore.

I would swim the deepest seas,
kill the serpent at your door.
I'd walk burning embers.
My feet aren't sore anymore.

And I've built these walls, temples, and churches to protect you.
Maybe you could come by and visit.
I work so hard at what I do.
And I haven't got the hands to do it anymore.

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from Sorry, I Didn't Mean to Shout (An Acoustic Retrospective), released December 25, 2016

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