Sweet
child in time you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between good and bad.
The line that's drawn between good and bad.
See
the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, ohh taking toll.
Bullets flying, ohh taking toll.
If
you've been bad, oh, Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh by flying lead.
And you've not been hit, oh by flying lead.
You'd
better close your eyes, ooohhhh, bow your head
Wait for the ricochet.
Wait for the ricochet.
I don't think this song is about the Vietnamese war,
but rather war in general. The blind man is not just a person, or a country -
it's mankind. Almost every nation has been in a conflict or war and every action
has a reaction - you shoot bullets blindly for unjustified reasons, and you are
bound to have it ricochet back to you.
The lyrics alone make this song great, but what really
sends it to one of the all-time best works of genius art is everything else in
the song - from the captivating organ intro, to Blackmore's unreal guitar
skills, to Gillain's extraordinary vocals, and the passion that brought it all
together.
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