I really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord
George Harrisson, My Sweet Lord.
I’ve always thought that it was like a fresh croissant: freezing it destroys the texture and flavour of it. He doesn’t need me to record anything. He can say it again anytime he pleases. I will never trade his voice for the recollection of it. I aim to stay tuned, to stay tuned all the time. And I’m left thinking: Give us this hour our daily croissant?
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