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Why my guitar gently weeps on September 11

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guitarweeps911by Donna Teresa, Staff Writer

Everything changed on Sept. 11, 2001. Eight years later, America in its never ending resilience, refuses to quit.

Life has not gotten easier; many of us wonder how many more challenges we must continue to face as a nation. The cruelty of that day has left an empty void with thousands losing their lives.

Thousands more have lost and continue to lose their lives in war in Iraq and Afghanistan. When will these troops finally come home? Will the troop sacrifice ever be enough?

September 11th is not an easy time, I remember exactly where I was and I remember watching the television live as it was my habit to watch the morning news. Seeing those horrific moments happen right before my eyes.

Well, what words are there to express those moments. You never forget that feeling.

I do remember taking a lot of comfort in music during that time. I needed something to calm my mind and fight the incredible sadness.

     

Ironically, I was having an earlier conversation with my parents about The Beatles, that legendary rock band from Liverpool, England. They were reminiscing about how fortunate they were that they had a chance to see their final live concert at Candlestick Park, San Francisco on Aug. 29, 1966. My parents were huge Beatles fans and remain so to this day. Mom loved John, Paul, George and Ringo as did so many all over the world.

That conversation must have stayed on my mind, because I started to play every Beatle song I could think of just to keep my mind busy.

Then I started playing George’s songs, "Here Comes the Sun," "My Sweet Lord," "What is Life," "While My Guitar Gently Weeps," etc. and when I hear his songs, I get so introspective about life.

When the last song ended, I realized that no matter how many songs I played, September 11th was real, it would never go away, innocent people lost their lives, and nothing would change that. And, I knew it would be almost be certain that our country would go to war. But, I had hoped in my heart that it wouldn’t happen because it would mean someone’s son, daughter, mother or father having to go with the uncertainty of coming home safely.

The British people have offered a special friendship to Americans for many years. When war has separated nations, the British have been there with us in peace and at war.

fire_fighter_911752216_400The wars in Afghanistan and Iraq have been no different in loss as the British too have suffered many casualties and have felt the pain of losing extraordinary military men and women.

When September 11th happened, another British invasion of friendship and support came from Great Britain’s government, citizens and entertainers. It was very welcoming as nothing seemed to help ease the pain.

So as we pass another September 11th, I wish for the sentiments of George Harrison’s "Give Me Love, Give Me Peace On Earth": give me love, give me love, give me peace on earth, give me light, give me life, keep me free from birth, give me hope, help me cope, with this heavy load. Trying to touch and reach you with heart and soul..to go to those who have been touched by this tragedy in uniform and out.

My thoughts are with all the citizens of New York, the firefighters, police and emergency workers. To John, Paul, George and Ringo, what do you say to four guys who have created such timeless music that continues to help heal heavy hearts and weary spirits during difficult times. I know because you helped lift mine.

WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLEY WEEPS
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.

 

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