A song built around a couple of cabasas, with a wood block and some shaker action for good measure!

The Dutch Widows - Blind Spot

Do you think I have a blind spot, a weakness in my brain?
An inability to hear what other people have to say
It’s not disinterest just a lack of bandwidth, I’m sure they’re lovely in their way
Do you think this is a blind spot, this weakness in my brain?

My father said my blind spot was imperfection in the clay
A simple defect like a wood knot, settled firmly in my grain
If I’m corrected, my advice rejected, I always try to walk away
I think my life has this blind spot there’s something missing, in a way

Age and privilege work against me
Have I stayed too long? Please inform me gently
A steady hand would help to guide me
If my broken limbs don’t undermine me

Could it be my little blind spot has its uses on its day?
And if I’m broken then can you not sweep me up in your embrace
My every action don’t demand reaction, it never matters if I stay ahead
Do you think I have a blind spot, a weakness in the brain?

Age and privilege work against me
Have I stayed too long? Please inform me gently
A steady hand would help to guide me
If my broken limbs don’t undermine me