Walk Around Blind (a demo)

It’s been said that everything is memory. Without memories, there is no real life.

But sometimes our memories, even the most important, are partly truth and partly fiction. Retelling them doesn’t necessarily clarify the thin line between reality and fantasy, rather it often blurs it. So that after years of repeating them, they are what they are, historical facts!

I’ll admit this song is somewhat strange. It is based on real experiences from my early years. I have pieced together parts that are true, as I recall, and parts that I have made up and/or concluded probably happened. 

And then there is the notion that some memories are purposefully distorted to hide the truth.

We are all blind to some truths from our past.

 

One of the things I have consciously been trying to craft into all my songs are what could be described as little nuggets in each verse, surprises maybe. Something that makes you think the song was written, not just thrown together. 

Lines like: “There was a yellow dog some said part wolf.”

And the next line: “Scared me to Jesus every time it barked.”

Later: “Others say the things they always say

like they know the outcome come Judgment day.”

The coda might not survive a professional production. If nothing else, it lengthens an already long song. It is unrelated to the story in a strict sense, but it does recapitulate the theme of what is and isn’t the truth in our memories.

The above is just me and my guitar.

Walk Around Blind

(chorus):
I can’t tell you the truth
Not sure I know it if I ran into it
I taught myself how to walk around blind
I wouldn’t know the truth now to save my life.

There was a yellow dog some said part wolf
Scared me to Jesus every time it barked
Lived with a woman down the street
She said things look a little better when she’d had a little to drink

(chorus)

Behind her house was a fishing pond
Some say the men went there to be alone
Others say the things they always say
like they know the outcome come Judgment day

(chorus)

Her child died from drinking gasoline
From a gas can used by a friend in need
And what he needed was beer and cigarettes
And what she got was a fate worse than death

(chorus)
(instrumental bridge)
(coda):

I once dated a homecoming queen
Her daddy pointed a shotgun at me
he said son you don’t have a prayer
he was right last time I checked

(chorus)

 

 

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