It does happen you wake up one morning and you can see clearly, to add complication to the matter it is the cracks that you see. In perfect worlds we pursue things with the up most ideal that they really exist and I guess that it does, intill that dream ends.

Which got me thinking about the piano I am fairly sure that came first and not the song. I started playing I wanted something to  practise and so this song was  good place to begin. With its raising bass on the C chord to E and its opening line “There’s a whole lot of people suffering tonight, From the disease of conceit”

Should I write more maybe the song says enough, I am not sure what it means, but I can imagine there are quite few things that a lot people need  to say to someone. Not in so much of a moral sense more that they should have said that instead of what ever they did say.

I guess some times in marketing, and politicians are the worst ones here.  They say what we want to hear not really what we know to be truth. The explanation carries such a risk that we rather not risk it. I am sure that there is not any pot of gold or worth that justifies it. One should be careful the ideas they allow to grow. The soul needs a place to exist, may be more so than anything else we value. Empirical evidence would be very interesting on this one just as a matter of fact to qoute.

There’s a whole lot of people suffering tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Whole lot of people struggling tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Comes right down the highway,
Straight down the line,
Rips into your senses
Through your body and your mind.
Nothing about it that’s sweet,
The disease of conceit.

There’s a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight
From the disease of conceit.
Steps into your room,
Eats your soul,
Over your senses
You have no control.
Ain’t nothing too discreet
About of disease of conceit.

There’s a whole lot of people dying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people crying tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Comes right out of nowhere
And you’re down for the count
From the outside world,
The pressure will mount,
Turn you into a piece of meat,
The disease of conceit.

Conceit is a disease
That the doctors got no cure
They’ve done a lot of research on it
But what it is, they’re still not sure

There’s a whole lot of people in trouble tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Whole lot of people seeing double tonight
From the disease of conceit,
Give ya delusions of grandeur
And a evil eye
Give you idea that
You’re too good to die,
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit.