Bob ElliottSilver Hands
Alternative Retro and PsychedelicHyperLink
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Monday, February 08, 2010 1:52:47 AM
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Sunday, August 02, 2015 11:02:05 AM
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The Allure
Phlegm's Phone-in Request Line
I.A.C. Master Songwriters.
What should I call this station anyway?


Let the seaweed stroke the sand
And breathe a truly holy land

Matt Perez on those drums

Do My Hands Look Like Fish?

Do my hands look like fish
Silver like a nickel
On the moonlit sill
Dusty as the swallow follows
Swiftly on your thoughts’
Electric current flows
Color to the flowers’
Seeds you dropped

Like broken shells the waves
Hadn’t yet reformed
From crimes they hadn’t yet committed
To the cross but to the crossroads
Where we find ourselves here standing

Standing in the waves
Don’t our feet look just like seagulls?
Rising high to read
The high and windy future
Out where the sun must surely
The sun must surely, surely be coming

Small from down below
Spiraling to heaven
And we fall in love like stones
Grab you with my talons

To the earth belong my fish hands
From the earth comes the nickel
And the moon can pull the shells
Through inter-tidal crossroads
Policed by sailing seagulls

Let the seaweed stroke the sand
And breathe a truly holy land
Song Comments

The Allure
I remember something like this before...the coolest dude around iac I think...truth lies deep within his spirit and he reflects his nature and love for music in a most generous way

Phlegm's Phone-in Request Line
This just in from 'Ducer, of The Pity Whores. He's their (The Pity WHoRe's) Promo/Producer Guy, and he's got GREAT taste in music, so we'll get back to the mellow, with another one of Bob Elliot's GREAT TUNES.

I.A.C. Master Songwriters.

What should I call this station anyway?
reminds me of the Silver Surfer.

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