While My Guitar Gently Weeps
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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 at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all…
Still my guitar gently weeps.
i bought this guitar from a student i hired three maybe four summers ago….i thought i’d be jammin by now! it sits in my shop collecting dust and i do imagine it “weeping gently” …no warm fingers to caress it and bring it to life…another lesson of attachment. if you know someone whom truly plays with passion let them know i have “my guitar gently weeps” for anyone who will bring it life, in this lifetime!