There is a god
George Harrison’s “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” - the demo (recorded at Kinfauns sometime end of May 1968) of the song that would appear on The Beatles (aka The White Album).«Around the time of writing While My Guitar Gently Weeps I had a copy of the ‘I Ching - the (Chinese) Book of Changes’ which seemed to me to be based on the Eastern concept that everything is relative to everything else, as opposed to the Western view that things are merely coincidental.This idea was in my head when I visited my parents’ house in the North of England. I decided to write a song based on the first thing I saw upon opening any book - as it would be relative to that moment, at that time. I picked up a book at random - opened it - saw ‘Gently weeps’ - then laid the book down again and started the song. Some of the words of the song were changed before I finally recorded it - as can be seen here:
I look at the trouble
and hate that is raging
While my guitar gently weeps
While I’m sitting here doing
Doing nothing but ageing»- George Harrison, I Me Mine
PLUG IN YOUR HEADPHONES.
this is what falling in love feels like
We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time.
When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy.
It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.
Mark Nepo in The Book of Awakening
Song: “Green Gloves” by The National
To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.
So yesterday I took a few songs that I grew up with and liked from my dad’s partial music library.
It’s 2 in the morning, and listening to them make me feel like an anti-social hermit (which admittedly, I am. Sometimes - most especially at 2 IN THE FUCKING MORNING when everyone’s asleep).
Right now, Celine Dion’s “All By Myself” is playing.
Earlier, I heard Blue Magic’s “Just Don’t Wanna Be Lonely”, The Carpenters’ “Won’t Last a Day Without You”…
Sometimes I feel that my life is one big music video (mockumentary?) where the seemingly insignificant moments are underscored by the most appropriate songs. (This happens so often that it makes me 1) laugh quietly to myself and/or 2) ask the Omnipresent Being/God/Universe if It’s making fun of me
because of many reasons I can only think of as the special snowflake that I am.)
ANYWAY, off-topic: I was looking for the synonym for “appropriate” a minute ago and these are what Google search suggested.
Oh, general internet population. So eloquent! #LQTM
Tinatawanan lang ni Hudas
Ako’t ikaw, tayong lahat
But the words you want to hear
You will never hear from me.
The whole album is my current earworm right now, it hurts. (Everything resonates meaning for me - this song especially.)
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