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George Harrison – My Sweet Lord

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About the Song

George Harrison’s 1970 single, “My Sweet Lord,” is more than just a hit song. It’s a spiritual awakening set to music, a heartfelt plea wrapped in catchy melodies and a testament to Harrison’s evolving faith journey after his time with the Beatles.

A Post-Beatles Revelation: Following the disbandment of the Beatles, Harrison embarked on a period of spiritual exploration. “My Sweet Lord” reflects this journey, with lyrics that directly address his newfound devotion to Krishna, a Hindu deity. Lines like “I really want to see you, Lord” and “Hallelujah!” express his yearning for spiritual connection.

Controversy and Legal Battles: The song’s overt religious themes caused a stir upon release. Harrison was accused of plagiarizing the melody from the Ronettes’ “Be My Baby.” While legal issues were eventually resolved, the controversy highlighted the complexities of faith and artistic expression in the pop culture landscape.

A Blend of Pop Sensibility and Spiritual Yearning: Despite the controversy, “My Sweet Lord” is a musical masterpiece. Lush harmonies, courtesy of Harrison, Ringo Starr, and Billy Preston, create a joyous soundscape. The driving drumbeat and catchy guitar riff ensure the song remains accessible to a wide audience, even if the lyrics don’t resonate on a religious level.

A Song for Seekers: “My Sweet Lord” transcends religious boundaries. The song’s core message – a yearning for connection with a higher power or a deeper meaning in life – resonates with anyone who has ever grappled with existential questions. The song offers solace and a sense of hope for those on a spiritual quest.

A Legacy of Exploration: “My Sweet Lord” stands as a testament to George Harrison’s artistic courage and his willingness to explore his faith openly through music. The song’s enduring popularity speaks to its ability to connect with listeners on a spiritual and emotional level, even for those who may not share Harrison’s specific beliefs.

In conclusion, “My Sweet Lord” is more than just a pop song; it’s a spiritual journey documented in music. With its blend of catchy melodies, heartfelt lyrics, and a touch of controversy, the song continues to resonate with listeners, offering a glimpse into George Harrison’s personal faith and serving as a reminder of our universal search for meaning and connection.George Harrison's 'My Sweet Lord' Gets An LA-Filmed Music Video 50 Years Later | LAist

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Lyrics: My Sweet Lord

My sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my LordI really want to see you
Really want to be with you
Really want to see you Lord
But it takes so long, my LordMy sweet Lord
Hm, my Lord
Hm, my LordI really want to know you
Really want to go with you
Really want to show you Lord
That it won’t take long, my Lord (Hallelujah)

My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)

I really want to see you
Really want to see you
Really want to see you, Lord
Really want to see you, Lord
But it takes so long, my Lord (Hallelujah)

My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
Hm, my Lord (Hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (Hallelujah)

I really want to know you (Hallelujah)
Really want to go with you (Hallelujah)
Really want to show you Lord (ahh)
That it won’t take long, my Lord (Hallelujah)

Hmm (Hallelujah)
My sweet Lord (Hallelujah)
My, my, Lord (Hallelujah)

Hm, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
My, my, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
Oh hm, my sweet Lord (Krishna, Krishna)
Oh-uuh-uh (Hare Hare)

Now, I really want to see you (Hare Rama)
Really want to be with you (Hare Rama)
Really want to see you Lord (ahh)
But it takes so long, my Lord (Hallelujah)

Hm, my Lord (Hallelujah)
My, my, my Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My Lord (Hare Hare)
Hm, hm (Guru Brahma)
Hm, hm (Guru Vishnu)
Hm, hm (Guru Devo)
Hm, hm (Maheśvaraḥ
My sweet Lord (Guru Sākṣāt)
My sweet Lord (Para Brahma)
My, my, my Lord (Tasmai Srī)
My, my, my, my Lord (Guru Namah)
My sweet Lord (Hare Rama)

[fade:]

(Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Hare Krishna)
My sweet Lord (Krishna Krishna)
My Lord (Hare Hare)

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