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lyrics
Guiding lights
And those uphold me
Lifting me with confidence
With their hands on my shoulders
Holding tight
To bonds I’ve created
That embrace me so graciously
Their hands latched on my shoulders
I’d make the time, and I’d even bear the load
But it was hard to find, just someone I could lean on
Weighted down, by the burdens I imposed
So I would fall again, to display what I’ve endured
As my will declines, flashes of fellow spirits surround me
Blinded and lost, couldn’t see all of their love around me
Guiding lights
And those uphold me
Lifting me with confidence
With their hands on my shoulders
Holding tight
To bonds I’ve created
That embrace me so graciously
Their hands latched on my shoulders
Spell my name, there’s the writing on the wall
Tested phrase that denotes I’m senseless
Can’t resign to the image in my mind
Throw my trust into family solace
Eyes that glare with a tablespoon of faith
Restore me when I’m heading nowhere
Rising star, I got fingers on arms
Pulling me from beyond corruption
Honest comfort, fall to rest my head
Caught by all of my friends, they hold me so close
No more room for lonely pursuits
Reassuring consolation
Guiding lights
And those uphold me
Lifting me with confidence
With their hands on my shoulders
Holding tight
To bonds I’ve created
That embrace me so graciously
Their hands latched on my shoulders
credits
from Pop Spirit #2,
released May 31, 2019
Written, recorded & produced by Tim Lindsay
Bouncy, jangly power pop with a slash of acidic shadow, as the very best twee always has. From Boston, they met at band camp (not Bandcamp). Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021
supported by 4 fans who also own “Hands On My Shoulders”
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