For the first half of “Something,” McCartney accompanies himself on a Gibson uke that George had given him, playing the song almost as a light shuffle until Marc Mann comes in mimicking Harrison’s iconic electric guitar solo, before they’re joined by the full band and orchestra; it’s a stunning version.
Then, at the very end of the concert, for the encore, Joe Brown, who had earlier played guitar and mandolin as he guided the band through “Here Comes the Sun” and “That’s the Way It Goes,” came out with a little Martin soprano uke and went into a beautiful but heart breaking version of the 1920s standard “I’ll See You in My Dreams,” as thousands of pieces of large orange, yellow, and green confetti floated gracefully from the rafters of the Albert Hall like falling autumn leaves. There probably wasn’t a dry eye in the house after that one. It was the perfect ending to a magnificent tribute to George Harrison.
Street by street.
Block by block.
Taking it all back
The youth's immersed in poison--turn the tide, counterattack.
Violence against violence:
let the roundups begin,
a firestorm to purify the bane
that society drowns in.
No mercy, no exceptions, a declaration of total war:
the innocents' defense is the reason it's waged for.
Born addicted,
beaten and neglected,
families torn apart,
destroyed and abandoned,
children sell their bodies,
from their high they fall to drown,
demons crazed by greed,
cut bystanders down.
A chemically tainted
welfare generation
Absolute complete
moral degeneration
Born addicted,
beaten and neglected,
families torn apart,
destroyed and abandoned,
children sell their bodies,
from their high they fall to drown,
demons crazed by greed,
cut bystanders down.
Corrupt politicans,
corrupt enforcement,
drug lords and dealers:
all must fall.
The helpless are crying out
We have risen to their call.
A firestorm to purify — Earth Crisis
And when I,
I wanna kiss you, yeah
All I gotta do
Is whisper in your ear
The words you long to hear
And I'll be
kissing you
And the same goes for me
Whenever
you want me at all
I'll be here,
yes I will
Whenever you call
Day turned black, sky ripped apart
Rained for a year till it dampened my heart
Cracks and leaks, the floorboards caught rot
About to go down, I had almost forgot
Chorus
All I got to do is to, to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow away, blow away, blow away
Verses
Sky cleared up, day turned to bright
Closing both eyes now the head filled with light
Hard to remember what a state I was in
Instant amnesia, Yang to the Yin...
Wind blew in, cloud was dispersed
Rainbows appearing, the pressures were burst
Breezes a-singing, now feeling good
The moment had passed like I knew that it should...
All it's got to take is some warmth to make it
Blow away, blow away, blow away,
...The problems start when you get attached to the problems! That's when the mind gets involved in too much thinking of whether one is supposed to go here, or do this or that; you know -- the bullshit.
I was feeling a bit rotten, a bit ratty; not feeling good in myself, and it was all getting next to me. It is remembering again that that isn't me. Remember what the masters say 'I am basically a potentially divine, wonderful human being' and all this rattiness...is me attaching myself to the mind. The biggest thing that screws us up in life is the mind, it plays tricks on us and can trip you over.
I thought 'I don't have to feel all this! I do love everybody', and that is really all you've got to do, manifest your love. The only thing we have to work at in this life is how to manifest love.
All I got to do is to, to love you
All I got to be is, be happy
And that was Blow Away, as simple as that.
And it’s important to remember that while everything else around you changes, the soul within remains the same; you have to constantly remember that and fight for the right to be happy.” — George Harrison
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