Once you’re down the rabbit’s hole,
They don’t understand what’s around them
What’s your thoughts on Wonderland?

“The time has come” the Walrus said
“To talk of many things. Of shoes,”
“and ships, and ceiling wax; of cabbages”
“and kings, and why the sea is boiling hot,”
“and whether pigs have wings.” 
I’m falling, I’m falling.

Then the oysters found their deaths 
From a weeping walrus glutton,
And a carpenter unrepentant.
Oh, a simple unveiling of universal truths
Took place that sings of oceans deep
Articulate riddles long, mistaken epithets.

No Deeper Meaning

See the white ship heading out to sea,
Its precious cargo, including you and me are-

Sliding off of course, we are dragged off of course
We are slowly sliding off of course, we are
Scared to death of course.

My eyes slide shut for the final ride,
As the horizon is flipped on its side.
There is no escape, oh, there is no escape.

All hope will sink into the drink.

As my mind drifts from reality-
Isn’t it odd to be swallowed by the sea? 

We are sliding off of course, we are
Quickly pulled off of course, we are
Scared to death of course.

My arms burn, I hang by a thread-
Love never met, no thanks was ever said!
There is no escape, oh, there is no escape.

All hope will sink into the drink.
Charybdis, cruel sister, opened up her jaws
As all my frightened crewman fell within her maw.

I see a miniature dancing figurine; arms so frail,
Such grace is never seen at the end of your life.

I see the creatures eyes, beautiful and clear. 
The lips that mouthed my song curled into a sneer.
“Hello, my sailor. This is your sister. I’ll drag you down if you believe in me.”
“So save your last breath, the time for prayers will come…”
“You’ll pray for death before your end is done.”

Charybdis

As I walk scorched in the valley, I notice that the sun
Has ceased its forging fury to produce a bright blue orb.

Rise of the Hand, fall of the foe, the answer that you
Seek is what you already know…

With my hand I raised the sparkling globe aloft.
The thing blinded me, though its light was so soft.
So as I stare into this solid, snowy sphere-
I pray for the flight to get me out of here.

Fall of the Hand, rise of the song. Where you’re
going, my friend, won’t take very long.
Rise of the Hand, Rise of the Hand
Rise of the Hand in this deserted land.

Rise Of The Hand

Timebomb

Someone needs to come outside and play,
Feels like I’m on self-destruct today-
All it takes is a life in chains.

Tell the timer to get a life. Tell the timer, yeah.
All it takes is a life in chains.

I want to bathe myself in this exquisite scent of
Bourbon and cigarettes and… and... and you.
All it takes is a life in chains.

Like a spark to ignite the powder in your eyes.
Boom... Tick, tick, tick, tick… Boom. 
All it takes is a life- all it takes is your life.

Outrun
Footfalls on the pavement, the shadow’s at your back.
The fear draws near, as its eyes twinkle black.
You’ve got something on your mind? In the dark I find
The fear shifts clear as its name echoes black.

Please don’t be afraid, it’s part of the game.
Please don’t be afraid, it’s part of the game.
Shadow has a name.

Headlights on the highway, your mirror spins to black.
The fear draws near, chill’s run down your neck.
Remnants on the highway, a bed of shattered glass
The fear shifts clear, as it breathes down your neck.

Oh, it has a name, after all… It’s part of the machine.
System run. Outrun. 
Run!


Timebomb/Outrun

Ivory Tower

Duality

See into my face, you’re in second place.
I know better than to reject my own embrace.
You dance into the light of center stage.
You choose to never fight, yet you harbor rage?

You reach into your pockets, yeah. You still can’t
find a reason to why your life still switches course,
it changes with the season. You fall into
your place: a mediocre martyr. Don’t you wish
that life could be a little bit longer?
Just a little longer…

Better left for dead, these thoughts inside your head
Awake you to the feel of an unfamiliar bed.
Keep yourself in mind when you choose to caper,
Maybe you will find a place to return to later.

Your craving strikes a chord; it couldn’t hit you harder.
Why your shoes are so worn down, but you haven’t gone
Any farther. You fall into your place: a mediocre martyr.
Don’t you wish that life could be a long tango?

Mediocre Martyr

Tyler Derrik, Skyler Greene, Jared Greenway, and Bob Pollard are the integral elements that form The Knowing Hand; a progressive rock band from Mountain Home, Arkansas that started in a garage. Through haunting lyrics and hypnotic guitar tone that pushes one into a dark but oddly comforting place one can hear the influences of Rush, Tool, and Pink Floyd. Greenway admits that The Knowing Hand steps into a conceptualized wonderland that keeps one guessing whether it’s surreal fantasy or a waking nightmare. The Knowing Hand centralizes their music on themes and not a pop music format, creating movements like waves in a ocean forming ripples upon the sand below. Just make sure you don’t fall off course and sink into dreams that will drown you when you listen to Charybdis.
 
The newest and only Knowing Hand album is a great coming of age album about self-doubt, teen angst, and learning how to fit into your own skin with as minimal causalities as possible. Rise above the despair that life brings along with it and grasp hope with a death grip that the double bass drum played by Tyler Derrick encourages. Bob Pollard creates a rich environment with his delicious bass notes for Jared Greenway, the guitarist/keyboardist/singer, to dazzle the crowd. Greenway gives an ecstatic performance by jumping onto chairs, folding to the floor, and encouraging crowd participations. Greenway is more than a singer. He is an entertainer pure and simple. The Knowing Hand gives a breath taking live show with plenty of energy, sparks, and smiles.
 
Meet the men who make up The Knowing Hand after any show at the merch table and realize how approachable and friendly they truly are. You’ll be coming back for more. Let them know how bad ass you think they are! 

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