Sunday, June 10, 2007

Left and leaving



















While my Guitar Gently Weeps

I look at you all
See the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor
And I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know why
nobody told you
how to unfold your love.
I don't know how
someone controlled you
they bought and sold you.

I look at the world
and I notice it's turning
while my guitar gently weeps.
With every mistake
we must surely be learning
still my guitar gently weeps.

I don't know how
you were diverted
you were perverted too.
I don't know how
you were inverted
no one alerted you.

I look from the wings
at the play you're staging
while my guitar gently weeps.
'Cause I'm sitting here
doing nothing but aging
still my guitar gently weeps.

(George Harrison)

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