sábado, julio 22, 2006

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 need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps


I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you 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 at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

6 comentarios:

Emma dijo...

Un Te-ma-zo!

=)

Emma dijo...
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Tomás Grounauer dijo...

"I look at the world and I notice it's turning", trascendental observación y hermoso verso de George.

Psicodélica star dijo...

Emma, sí
Tomás, sí

Ernesto Puesto dijo...

Me gusta el contraste entre "I look at the world and I notice it's turning" y "I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping". Dos formas distintas de decir lo mismo

Psicodélica star dijo...

Muy cierto ernesto.