Tuesday, February 21, 2017

“Foreign Hands” by George Ogilvie – A Song Review

     From a distance of more than 5,000 miles, we’re not in a position to appreciate all the factors relevant to understanding the advantages and disadvantages of getting traction if you’re a singer/songwriter in England. Since the UK, and England in particular, has more than its fair share of successful singer/songwriters, it would seem the bar has been set at an Olympics-like height. But there may be factors that pave the way for additions, at least where the candidates are deserving. George Ogilvie is deserving.

     Ogilvie is from Canterbury. His Facebook page states that he 23 years old. His voice is his vehicle, and the vehicle should provide ample traction for a steep climb to recognition in the music industry.  
     “Foreign Hands” by George Ogilvie 

Website: http://www.george-ogilvie.com/

Lyrics of “Foreign Hands”
I always felt, that it was wrong
To lay my world in foreign hands
So why’d it take to long, to find
The strength to steal it back

All that I once had and
So much more, an open door
So I can finally breathe again

All this weight should lift
From every inch, that suffocates
The ways that I think
If somehow all becomes
Far from misfortuned destiny

That I’ve come to believe
It’s the only way, to pass each day
Confined to feeling so empty, until now

I see a way out, I can see the
Sun on the horizon, but it’s
Getting more and more distant, oh
Every time you turn and face away

I see a way out, I can hear an
Echo that begs to be followed
Lord only knows where it’s taking me
Lord only knows where it’s taking me

Not so long ago, I seemed to think
That I had the whole thing figured out
Only to find myself trapped
At the heart of someone else

But now I finally see, the other side
And just in time, before
I let it pull me in, again

I see a way out and I can see the
Sun on the horizon, but it’s
Getting more and more distant, oh
Every time you turn and face away

I see a way out and I can hear an
Echo that begs to be followed
Lord only knows where it’s taking me
Lord only knows where it’s taking me

And all new life must be
Born from the ashes but I’m
More than willing to start again, to start again

And all new life must be
Born from the ashes but I’m
More than willing to start again, start again, start again

I see a way out and I can see the
Sun on the horizon, but it’s
Getting more and more distant, oh
Every time you turn and face away

I see a way out and I can hear an
Echo that begs to be followed
Lord only knows where it’s taking me
Lord only knows where it’s taking me


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