Song Lyric Sunday – February 23, 2020 – Ankles/Hands/Feet/Fingers/Toes/Wrists

song-lyric-sundayHere we are again with Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday where he gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. This week he’s asked us to share parts of our bodies.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

Now, I’m not sure about you but I am a little bit hesitant to share bits of my body with just any Tom, Dick, or Harry so I’ll leave it to La Dispute to do that for me.

However, there is only one word to describe my offering this week and that is obscure. The band is obscure. The song is obscure, and  although the title is Such Small Hands the song is not about, nor does it contain the word, Hands. For some strange reason I like it. I hope you do too!

For the Pierre de Marivaux work from which the band’s name is derived, see La Dispute.

The title refers to an E. E. Cummings poem titled “Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond”, similarly to the album’s last track “Nobody, Not Even The Rain”.

The poem features the line:

“Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” (Well, maybe Donald Trump!)

The poem is recited on La Dispute’s Here, Hear. EP, on the track entitled “Two”.

The following are comments left on the YouTube entry:

I don’t understand why I like this so much

This song always gives me goosebumps

A bonus track called “Nine” (Violitionist Sessions) can be seen by clicking here.

A comment on this one says:

Filmed at my grandma Elsa`s house. Thats what talent looks like. Support this band!!!!

Such Small Hands

La Dispute

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
Oh, I think I saw you in my sleep darling

I think I saw you in my dreams
You were stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep

I think I saw you in my sleep
I thought I heard the door open, oh no

I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.
I think you saw me confronting my fear, it

Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn’t keep
I think I saw you in my sleep

 

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bradley Ryen Vander Lugt / Kevin Scott Whittemore / Adam David Vass / Jordan Lee Dreyer / Chad William Sterenberg

Such Small Hands lyrics © Vagrant Records Publishing

27 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday – February 23, 2020 – Ankles/Hands/Feet/Fingers/Toes/Wrists

  1. There was a contestant on American Idol last week that came in screaming like that and was sure American Idol was ready for his kind of music. Guess what, they said NO! I did love the passion with which they played and sang this song.

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      1. Peter, Hoopla is an electronic music service the library subscribes to, where you can listen to the music free for a week. I “borrowed” all 5 and will listen to them all 🙂

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  2. It is an amazing song and a reminder of those disturbing dreams and sleepless nights of lost love. I have been sleeping badly lately so it fits my ‘duermevela’ meaning in Spanish sleeping like a candle. Frantic voices too.

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