Struck Blind by Charlie Peacock


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Struck Blind
by Charlie Peacock

Album: Strangelanguage


I got a feeling, how 'bout you?
We'll let it lead us where it's going to,
Maybe we'll get there, maybe we won't, maybe we won't care,
Maybe get to the end, nothing's there,
No loss, gotta keep an open mind,
Crisscross, tap another line,
Low cost, doesn't take a dime,
Get off, exit anytime.

So we came up with a golden rule: whatever works for you,
So we started a whole new school where nothing's absolute,
You got to do what you do, what you got to do,
Don't let no on, absolutely no one, sell you that absolute nonsense.

Maybe we can talk about solutions,
Maybe we can search for inner truth,
Maybe we can watch some television,
Maybe there ain't nothing we can do,
Maybe we can find some space to breathe in,
Maybe we can scream and hold our breath,
Maybe we forgot what we believe in,
Maybe it's a sickness unto death.

We got...we got struck blind groping the walls,
Been struck blind - tumble and fall,
Struck blind - slither and crawl,
Been struck blind.

I got a feeling, how about you?
So warm and fuzzy, baby, it must be true,
Maybe we'll make peace, maybe make love, maybe heal the pain,
And enlighten the world, break these chains,
Outside, hear a shotgun in the street,
Inside, visualise peace,
Lie down, don't know what to think,
Tied down, I need a drink.

Baby, I'm so tired of all this chatter,
Baby, I've been burned by inner vision,
Baby, I'm so sick of doing nothing,
Maybe we can watch some television,
Maybe there ain't no space left to breathe in,
Maybe I'm a fool to hold my breath,
Maybe we don't care what we believe in,
Maybe it's a sickness unto death.

We got...we got struck blind groping the walls,
Been struck blind - tumble and fall,
Been struck blind - slither and crawl,
Been struck blind.

Maybe we can talk about solutions,
Maybe we could search for inner truth,
Maybe we can watch some television,
Maybe there ain't nothing we can do,
Maybe we can find some space to breathe in,
Maybe we can scream and hold our breath,
Maybe we forgot what we believe in,
Maybe it's a sickness unto death.

We got...we got struck blind groping the walls,
Been struck blind - tumble and fall,
Been struck blind - slither and crawl,
Been struck blind.


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