Blinded
The Bandits Lyrics


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Well I'm sitting alone
With my guitar slidly out of tune
And it's a lovely night in June.
And I try to write a song
With a happy slomo melody
Like I have tried so many times before
But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
But all that comes out is another sad song
Maybe it's because I slept too long
And nobody called me on the phone.
Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
To smalltalking drink to the morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
Or learn up a usefull game like chess.
No I can't really tell you,
What is wrong
But all that comes out is another sad song
Maybe it's because I slept too long
And nobody called me at the phone
Maybe I should hit town have some fun
To smalltalking drink to the morning sun
Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
Or learn up a usefull game like chess.
Another lonely night, turns to day
With another hair of mine, turning grey
No I can't really tell you
Just what is wrong, my dear,




But still what comes out is
Another sad song.

Overall Meaning

The Bandit's song 'Blinded' captures a melancholic mood of a songwriter on a night in June, struggling to write a happy song. The songwriter is sitting alone, trying to come up with a happy melody, but it seems that everything that comes out is another sad song. The lyrics suggest that the songwriter is feeling lonely and isolated, and perhaps the source of their writer's block is their own emotions.


The songwriter contemplates different ways to lift themselves out of their current state. They consider going out, having some fun, and buying a new dress, but it seems like nothing can shake the lingering feeling of sadness. They comment on the greying of their hair, emphasizing the passage of time, and the persistence of their melancholy state.


The lyrics of the song are fairly straightforward, and it's easy to relate to the feeling of being stuck in a rut. 'Blinded' is a great example of a song that explores the complex emotions of a songwriter, and it resonates because it's easy to picture oneself in the same situation. It reminds us of the adage that sometimes one's deepest sorrows are the source of art and inspiration.


Line by Line Meaning

Well I'm sitting alone
The singer is alone with his guitar.


With my guitar slidly out of tune
The singer's guitar is not perfectly in tune.


And it's a lovely night in June.
The current night is lovely and it's June.


And I try to write a song
The singer is trying to write a new song.


With a happy slomo melody
He's attempting to write a song with a slow and cheerful tune.


Like I have tried so many times before
The singer has attempted to write such songs many times in the past.


But I can't really tell you, what is wrong
The singer is uncertain of why he cannot write a happy song.


But all that comes out is another sad song
Despite his efforts, he can only produce another melancholic song.


Maybe it's because I slept too long
The singer thinks his prolonged sleep might be the reason for his inability to create a happy song.


And nobody called me on the phone.
The singer didn't receive any calls on his phone, contributing to his melancholy mood.


Maybe I should hit town, have some fun
He's considering going out and having a good time in the city.


To smalltalking drink to the morning sun
The singer wants to engage in leisurely conversations and drink until the morning arrives.


Maybe I should buy a brandnew dress
He's contemplating purchasing new clothes to lift his spirits.


Or learn up a usefull game like chess.
The singer thinks learning a new, useful game like chess might help him feel better.


Another lonely night, turns to day
The lonely night transitions into day.


With another hair of mine, turning grey
The singer is getting older, with grey hairs being evidence of this.


No I can't really tell you
The singer still isn't certain of what is causing his sadness.


Just what is wrong, my dear,
He is addressing someone, unsure of what's wrong.


But still what comes out is
Despite his efforts to be cheerful, he can't help but produce


Another sad song.
yet another melancholic song.




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