Prudence noun (pru-dence) - the ability to govern and discipline oneself by the use of reason; skill and good judgment in the use of resources.My "Cerebral iPod" still has the LSS virus (Last Song Syndrome). I've tried every anti-virus, spyware, and firewall but to no avail. This is one of those virus that wouldn't just go away. Now the new song that is on infinite REPEAT on my brain is the song Dear Prudence. There is something about that song that soothes me. I know John and Paul wasn't talking (singing) to me, they're talking to Prudence; who seems to be in a bit of a slump. That is why I think I can relate with Prudence, and the words affects me in a good way.I kinda like it, my life having a different soundtrack every month. Good thing only profound and class A1 tunes are on my playlists. But had "Basang-Basa sa Ulan" by Aegis for one week back when I was still with my last ex-officemates, thanks a lot Dan! Buti na lang na-delete ko sa iTunes!Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play.Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day.The sun is up, the sky is blueIt's beautiful and so are you.Dear Prudence, won't you come out and play?Dear Prudence, open up your eyes.Dear Prudence, see the sunny skies.The wind is low the birds will singThat you are part of everything.Dear Prudence, won't you open up your eyes?Look around, round.Look around, round, round.Look around. Dear Prudence, let me see you smile.Dear Prudence, like a little child.The clouds will be a daisy chainSo let me see you smile again.
Dear Prudence, won't you let me see you smile?
George Harisson's song "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" has been playing in my head for about a month now. I don't know why but it won't stop. I'm not complaining, it's a fantastic song but I can't seem to find the connection or the reason. It's the acoustic version that's on non-stop "REPEAT" on my cerebral iPod. Side effect ng meds? Hmmmm...I look at you all see the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsI look at the floor and I see it needs sweepingStill my guitar gently weepsI dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your loveI dont know how someone controlled youThey bought and sold you.I look at the world and I notice it's turningWhile my guitar gently weepsWith every mistake we must surely be learningStill my guitar gently weepsI dont know how you were divertedYou were perverted tooI dont know how you were invertedNo one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleepingWhile my guitar gently weepsLook at you all . . .Still my guitar gently weeps.