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Hand of Sand

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by	Robert Warrington
length	6:30
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Hard (ie impossible) to improve on this Haskel/Admiral Bob blues sample. Apart from a touch of brass, I’ve basically just added a lyric. Backing vocals courtesy of SackJo.

A voice out of the dark said ‘Hark the angel singers’
You woke up with a start in Gondwanaland
You reached out for her hand but it slipped right through your fingers
And you’re still trying to hold her hand of sand

Near the city with no air, in the year of the train crash
There was none so fair in the town that drowned
When she fled you bled out, your blood grew a fine rose bush
And you’re still trying to hold her hand of sand

The car’s been stripped for parts, except for the broken tail-light
There’s a hairline crack in your heart time has no plans to mend
Now you’re throwing paper darts in the bone-rotting loneliness of starlight
And you’re still trying to hold her hand of sand

You’re still looking for her in that burnt out building
Well you’re still looking for her by that old bandstand
Well you’re still looking for her in the city of lost children
And you’re still trying to hold her hand of sand

Well I used to know this girl, well I didn’t really know her
I just wanted to know her, I wanted to be her friend
Her flame thrower hair set fire to miles of dry tinder
And I’m still trying to hold her hand of sand