Wednesday, August 17, 2011

No Insult Like the Truth

Listening to a Charlie Peacock CD today, one I've heard a million times (as C.P. is one of my all time favorite artists) and was struck by the lyrics to this song, "Insult Like the Truth" on the Strange Language album.

I've run my ship aground
on the rocks of the soul
There's no lie like independence
there's no demon like control

I've fanned the burning embers
til my house was on fire
There's no parody like power
There's no fever like desire

I've drained the wine of darkness
to the dregs of deceit
There's no drug as strong as pride
There's no blindness like conceit

I've railed against the mountain
With a pickaxe and a file
There's no minefield like presumption
There's no death wish like denial

There's no gunshot like conviction
There's no conscience bulletproof
There's no strength like utter weakness
There's no insult like the truth

I've adjusted my prescription
til I couldn't trust my vision
there's no killer like convenience
there's no sickness like omission

I've amended resolutions
And resisted explanation
There's no trap door like emotion
There's no pit like reputation

There's no gunshot like conviction
There's no conscience bulletproof
There's no strength like utter weakness
There's no insult like the truth

There's no cancer like ambition
There's no cure like crucifixion

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