Tim Langan - Hands

"Hands" was written entirely on my Korg 01Wfd synthesizer, with its built in16-track sequencer. I wrote and recorded this song in a day or two, all of the music was done internally on my sequencer and transferred to 2 tracks on an old 4-track cassette recorder and I sang on the remaining 2 tracks of the cassette recorder. As a result of this process, the quality of the audio in the recording is somewhat compromised, relative to the recording standards today, however I felt that the vocal performance that was captured that day had a very distinct "vibe" - so I decided to keep the song as it is and not try to re-record the whole process, which I may end up doing in the future. I have been told by several "industry" people that they feel that this song has very high "hit potential"
I am not sure about that, but I remember liking the piece very much when I first recorded it, so I present it here for your enjoyment.
I will also include the lyrics for this song here as well, as the quality of the vocal recording is a little low in level. Hopefully, this will make it easier to understand what is being sung.

It should also be noted, that I do NOT consider myself a singer at all and the purpose of the vocal on this song is to simply convey the idea of the melody concepts that I had in mind when writing this piece of music.
Thanks and Enjoy.

LYRICS:

HANDS
Hands are for clapping, Hands are for holding.
Hands are for guiding and shaping and moulding.

Hands are for touching, Hands are for feeling,
Hands are for shaking and politics dealing.
Hands
Got Two, Have Hands

Hands are for scratching and stretching and picking,
Hands are for playing the parts we’re all thinking.

Hands are for giving, Hands are for taking,
Hands are for grabbing and rubbing and shaking.
Hands
Got to wave Hands.

Reach, cry or call out, you know I’ll be there
I give you my hand, to show you I care.

Hands, Holding; Hands, Scolding; Hands, Controlling; Hands Consoling.

Hans is your neighbour, your good friend, your buddy
Hans can look bad, Hans can look funny.

Hans, a Christian, and her son wants some money
For his skates he yearned, like Winnie for honey.

Hands will propel you. Hands give you support.
Hands are to comfort or to write a report.

Hands are for punching, Hands are for raping,
Hands are for ripping and tearing and breaking.
Hands.

Reach, cry or call out, you know I’ll be there
I give you my hand to show you I care
Hands over your head, get your hands off of me.
Hands will be what you want them to be.
Hands

Hands, Holding; Hands, Scolding; Hands, Controlling; Hands, Consoling;
Hands, Creating; Hands, Deflating; Hands, Mating; Hands, Separating.

‘All Hands On Deck’

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