“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 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/georgeogilvieofficial/

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