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The Blindness Clause

Synopsis: The Blindness Clause is a darkly witty folk-rock protest song about the price of looking the other way. Inspired by Upton Sinclair's famous observation that people struggle to understand truths that threaten their livelihood.

Lyrics:

Verse 1

Sinclair said it, plain and clear...
"Can't make a man see what he's paid... not to hear"
Joanna's man took the tobacco gig...
She packed her bags... (ah-ah)
She wouldn't dig

Pre-Chorus

But Jon stays on, Jon knows it's bad...
Cashes the check... that makes him sad

Chorus

I can't see it, won't believe it...
My rent depends on not perceiving it...
Look away and cash the check...
Sinclair's laughing... Sinclair's laughing at my neck

Verse 2

The soldier, cop, the lobbyist too...
The politician sellin' you the view...
They all know the game, they know it's rigged...
They clock in anyway... and dig

Pre-Chorus

Chorus

Bridge (spoken word / near silence)

Eighteen hundred trillion... world wide wealth...
Eleven hundred's rent and IP... not the work itself...
Not building. Not growing. Just owning...
Charging you to breathe...
That's the hand, my friend...
The hand that feeds

Final Chorus

I can't see it, won't believe it...
Capitalism taught me not to need it...
Look away and cash the check...
Sinclair's laughing... Sinclair's laughing at my neck

Outro

Upton, Upton... we built a bigger boat...
And hired someone else...
(pause)
...to row


 

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