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i come from working-class liverpool, so the whole Beatles myth has always had a resonance for me. it's good that George, who from all accounts was a shy and humble kinda guy, got to stand in the limelight alongside the louder bandmembers and, in the process, add some depth and shade to scouse caricatures.
there's a discography here, an article on what was probably his most important artistic contribution - in embracing eastern influences - here and...
There'll come a time when all of us must leave here
Then nothing sister Mary can do
Will keep me here with you
As nothing in this life that I've been trying
Could equal or surpass the art of dying
Do you believe me?
There'll come a time when all your hopes are fading
When things that seemed so very plain
Become an awful pain
Searching for the truth among the lying
And answered when you've learned the art of dying
But you're still with me
But if you want it
Then you must find it
But when you have it
There'll be no need for it
There'll come a time when most of us return here
Brought back by our desire to be
A perfect entity
Living through a million years of crying
Until you've realized the Art of Dying
Do you believe me? |
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