Bangladesh, Folklore
20 January 2008 | 1 Comment

Song: Bangla Desh
Album: The Concert For Bangla Desh
Duration: 3.04
Track No.: 2-9
Composer: George Harrison
Vocals: George Harrison
Year: 1971
Lyrics
My friend came to me, with sadness in his eyes
He told me that he wanted help
Before his country dies
Although I couldn’t feel the pain, I knew I had to try
Now I’m asking all of you
To help us save some lives
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh
Where so many people are dying fast
And it sure looks like a mess
I’ve never seen such distress
Now won’t you lend your hand and understand
Relieve the people of Bangla Desh
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh
Such a great disaster – I don’t understand
But it sure looks like a mess
I’ve never known such distress
Now please don’t turn away, I want to hear you say
Relieve the people of Bangla Desh
Relieve Bangla Desh
Bangla Desh, Bangla Desh
Now it may seem so far from where we all are
It’s something we can’t neglect
It’s something I can’t neglect
Now won’t you give some bread to get the starving fed
We’ve got to relieve Bangla Desh
Relieve the people of Bangla Desh
We’ve got to relieve Bangla Desh
Relieve the people of Bangla Desh
Folklore
19 November 2007 | 0 Comments
We can walk our road together
If our goals are all the same.
We can run alone and free
If we pursue a different aim.
Let the Truth of Love be lighted,
Let the Love of Truth shine clear. Sensibility,
Armed with sense and liberty,
With the Heart and Mind united in a single
Perfect
Sphere.
The Sphere: A Kind of Dream (Rush: Hemispheres)
Folklore
8 April 2007 | 2 Comments
UNENDING LOVE
Rabindranath Tagore
“You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the hear of time, love of one for another.”

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
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Folklore
8 April 2007 | 0 Comments

These people roam about singing there songs, one of which I heard years ago from my roadside window, the first two lines remaining inscribed in my memory.
Nobody can tell whence the bird unknown
Comes into the cage and goes out
I would feign put round it’s feet
the fetter of my mind
Could I but capture it
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