The Guilty Hands

The Guilty Hands

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You wouldn't think that a band who sing about lonely promiscuous girls and unfulfilled masochists would be so entertaining live. But we are.

Biography

Welcome to The Guilty Hands and their little world. Here you'll find bony girls washing away their sins in a cramped bathtub, suspicious husbands keeping more than one eye on their wives, masochists begging their tormentor for another shot of unbearable bliss, and a hysterical mob delivering a fiery brand of justice to an undeserving defendant.

Digging into the repertoire of songs reveals a catalogue of criss-crossing vocal lines, chiming clocks, harmonies and handclaps, distant voices, desperate gasps and whispers. Since recently slimming down to a 3-piece, The Guilty Hands' sound has conversely expanded from their indie beginnings to something more adventurous - allowing in influences ranging from Kate Bush to Clor to PJ Harvey to Bowie. This is a band determined never to let their music become stale.

In 2009 The Guilty Hands were awarded £15,000 to record an album by investors at "slicethepie". They were first voted into a showcase by independent reviewers (from hundreds of competing bands), and then raised the money from fans and slicethepie users. The album is currently being recorded and will be released in summer 2010.

Lyrics

Gregory and the Birds

Written By: The Guilty Hands

I was kicking my heels
When you called and said meet me in the city tonight.
You were soaked in stars, with eyes wild open
When you took my arm.
This isn't love.

Gregory - wont you stay with me,
And let me hang off your arm,
Hang off your arm,
Until the birds sound the alarms.

We tear through town,
And the night it crackles beneath our feet.
We roll in and out of bars,
I'm charged by the faces we see and everyone we meet.

This isn't love,
but it's enough.

Gregory - wont you stay with me,
And let me hang off your arm,
Hang off your arm,
Until the birds sound the alarms.

Wont you take me under your wing,
and make these tired bones sing.

Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Wont you spin me around until you make me sick.
Faster. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Wont you spin me around until you make me sick.

Guilty Hands

Written By: The Guilty Hands

Your crop is dry,
And I'm the rainmaker.
Your heart has stopped,
And I'm your designated first aider.
I am the thick oil
That runs through your engine,
Greasing your pistons.
Pleasure ascending.

Your army's tired,
And I'm the God you fight for.
You are the widow,
And I'm your gentleman caller.
I am the hot oil
That runs through his fingers,
Releasing the tension.
Our secret connection.

With these hands,
With this vice,
I'll draw the blood out from the stone.
Your sweet sweet sweet suffering.
I'll squeeze the honey from your bones.
With these hands,
With this vice,
I'll issue my demands.
Your sweet sweet sweet suffering.
You always forgive my guilty hands.

You've got the shakes,
And I'm the hot hot hot liquor.
I am the volt
That makes your circuity flicker.
You are the squeeze box,
My hands the pressure.
Breathe air into body.
Conducting the rapture.

Black Doves

Written By: The Guilty Hands

Collared doves in the fir tree,
Growing tall in your garden.
Orange afternoon burnt into my eyes.
Your laughter from inside the house.

Black tar around the apple tree.
A curtain drawn around your new bed.
Ants stuck in the summer sun.
A scream stuck inside my head.
A scream stuck inside my head.

Black doves come sing to me.
Come out of the country and into the city.
Black doves come sing to me.

Their colour has changed,
But the melody remains.
When I hear their song
I know you are not gone.

The Killing of Isla Nickelson

Written By: The Guilty Hands

You sink your foot into the water
And fold your body up.
Joints jut out like a shipyard in low tide.
You look down, survey the jagged shoreline.
How you always wished that you were shorter.

The hand of time upon your shoulder.
The grasp of guilt it pulls you under.
Water competes to fill up your nose,
Tightens it's grip around your throat.
You wont grow a single day older.

Every little thing you do will end up coming back to you.
Every little thing you do will end up coming back to you.

The street lights flicker on and off and on.
Your eye lids flutter, you remember
The soft touch of your grandmothers skin.
How it crinkled like your finger tips have wrinkled.
In those days lemonade was a drink not a mixer.

Every little thing you do will end up coming back to you.
Every little thing you do will end up coming back to you.
Every little thing you do will end up coming back to y.o.u.
The dog follows you.

No more regrets. No more lies.
No need to memorise the plot and the lines.
No more bridges for you to burn,
So peel your skin.

And if you had a lover you know what he'd say.
"You have her face but you are not her."
And when he passes his hands over skin brand new
Sparks will jump off and dance on top of you.

Hair

Written By: The Guilty Hands

Your skirt.
Your blouse.
Buttons fastened,
6 up to your neck.
Something has changed.

Your shoes.
Your legs.
There's a melody
In your movement.
Something has changed.

Your hair.
Your hair.
Your hair,
Is down by your shoulders again.

Monday.
Tuesday.
Thursday, Friday.
I'm a keeping a diary.
Something has changed.

Hair clips and hair grips,
Scrunchies and bunches,
Ribbons and bowsies.
Pile your hair up with
Pins pins pins.
Pins pins pins so nothing can change.

Razor

Written By: The Guilty Hands

Cropped boys
For Uncle Sam.
With breasts,
Compressed.

His skin
it won't grow older.
His lovers
Like him smooth all over.

Cut. Cut.
Slash. Slash.
You've got your razor.

Wildlife, on the move.
Tiger stripes cut into their head.
He and the boys they're family.
Got a language outside society.

His faith
Measured in metres.
No more.
Covered bathroom floor.
He got a grade 4.

Discography

Gregory and the Birds - single released July 13th 2009.
Album "Desire on a Short Leash" currently in production. Release date and lead-off single TBC.
Track "Guilty Hands" included on free CD with issue 5 of Fashion.Music.Style magazine (distributed worldwide)

Set List

Original songs only. Can perform sets any time up to 50-60 minutes. Songs most often included are Hair, Razor, Guilty Hands, The Killing of Isla Nickelson, Up On The Hill, Wilder Shores of Love, The Collector, Silent Partner, Gregory and the Birds, Meat, Black Doves.