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Tears Of The World -song and lyrics by George Harrison

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12-16-2009 at 06:09:53 PM
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Tears Of The World -song and lyrics by George Harrison

Tears Of The World

War mongers terrorize us all,
Our leaders heed us to their call.
Stonewallin, voices calling,
Drowning in the tears of the world.

Big business calling ev'ry tune,
Polluting here and to the moon.
All nations, conservations,
Drowning in the tears of the world.

But your lives worth saving,
We should start behaving
Like the truth's been told
By saviours through our time.
Your downfall, you'll bring it on yourselves.

All warnings fall upon deaf ears,
Their scorn compounding my worst fears.
No way out, hopeless souls shout,
Drowning in the tears of the world.
Drowning in the tears of the world,

(Tears of the world)
Tears of the world

Where's your love been sleeping?
Has your heart been weeping
Over all unrighteous action in the world
Where bad jazz seems all they're laying down?

No use in turning your blind eye,
You feel the heat as you fry.
Try your best, you'll find no rest,
Drowning in the tears of the world.

It's a sure bet, each pays his debts,
Drowning in the tears of the world.



Tears Of The World -song and lyrics by George Harrison

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12-16-2009 at 10:37:52 PM

Re: Tears Of The World -song and lyrics by George Harrison

RIP George.

Thanks for sharing this. George was such a great human being.

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12-17-2009 at 06:41:08 AM
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Tears Of The World -song and lyrics by George Harrison

I think this song although composed during the time of another war is very contemporary to today -- I believe that many or the " war decisions" made today are based on
profiteering - because from a political and humanitarian and stratigic perspective they make absoloutely so sense at all --

I think the "Fat- Cats" as the president refered to bankers and hedge fund traders are in charge of this war .

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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