In Your Hands

(Remastered 22/10/2021)

OK, let’s delve once more into the magical shoebox of unused songs…

I’ve already recorded several that were written in 1994 (Sleeping with the Ghost, Elizabeth’s Room, With Mum Again, If You Knew, A Hundred and Twenty Pound) and I still have several more to come from this extremely productive year - some of them will be quite difficult to do any justice, hence why I’ve hesitated over the years.

Originally, this weekend, I was going to work on the easiest of the bunch, a song of excess and regret called Suite 109.

But then when Ennio Morricone died last week I remembered that one of these 1994 songs was written with a guitar part that I was SO proud of… only to discover later why it seemed so good … I was quoting one of my favourite guitar parts from my youth: the theme from a Fistful of Dollars!

So I decided that this was a sign… it was finally time to attempt to record this one. And to resurrect the part I originally played when I wrote it.

In Your Hands is one of a pair of songs that I wrote on 31st January 1994, and the two kind of go together. Each is kind of a response to the other. So I shall prepare the other one, Little Thing, and hopefully have it ready for posting next week.

I’m rather fond of In Your Hands, even though I’ve had trouble singing it over the years, especially the last verse.

Anyway, here we go, just me and an acoustic … (and a capo)(and new mics for recording acoustics, already used on Edith, actually, but bought for jobs like this) … live in the broom-cupboard yesterday morning.

There was a LOT of swearing and it required many takes…

I nearly gave up in a fit of “I’m crap”, but I finally got through it in one piece…

EDIT: Some background, because several folks have asked. The “You” in this song are twin boys who were 2 at the time. In the next one, Little Thing, the “You” is me. The personal background for me, and why this song changed in meaning, was that, out of the blue, Mummy left Daddy and took these guys with her ten months later. 1994 was a really good year for songs, not so good for some other things!

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In Your Hands - A A J Russe

What have you got there to play with today
I know by tomorrow we’ll throw it away
Just out the wrapper
Already broke
Trampled and thrown aside
Nothing will last forever in your hands
Nothing will last forever in your hands

The stains on the carpet the marks on the walls
The crack in the mirror that stands in the hall
You’ve scratched all the records
And eaten the sleeves
Why can’t you quietly play

And all that you do is a mess
You’ve damaged the things that I thought you’d love best
And all that you touch is broken some way
In your hands

With teddy-bear kisses and dinner-time smiles
Desperate cuddles when life’s been a trial
Mr Train’s broken
’Copter is too
Daddy must fix them like new

All that you do is a mess
You’ve damaged the things that I thought you’d love best
And all that you touch is broken some way
In your hands

Now Mummy and Daddy are here to lean on
But Mummy and Daddy will one day be gone
Your hands are quite gentle when you touch me with care
But one day I won’t be there
Nothing will last forever in your hands
Nothing will last forever in your hands

Copyright (C) 1994 A A J Russe. All Rights Reserved.