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 sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont 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 dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.
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