19 look about 12.
i spend my days ripping 'borrowed' cd's onto my ipod and drinking tea. I am a Fibromyalgia patient. I am not a sufferer because i am still fighting. i tend to ramble and some days rant. I love to talk to people and learn new things, though my memory is in pieces.
i am a simple person, it's the little things in life, so if you pop by say hello, share your smiles :-)
cause love is free and life is cheap...Frank Turner - Worse Things Happen At Sea.
You say “worse things happen at sea”
I say “worse things have happened to me”
Bitter eyes to the bedroom floor
And we’re not going to talk anymore
We’ve got nothing to talk for
And you’ve got nothing to be sorry for
And I’ve got no one to care forThis is the worst thing that’s happened to me
I guess worse things happen at sea
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It’s clear we’re getting older and it shows.
Work weeks make us weary now and school’s a distant memory
and it’s easy to ask questions of ourselves, like
where it is we’re going now and what we have to show for all the sunny days
shut up in the shells of expectations of our ultimate directions
and the stations that we should have reached by now,
when we haven’t read the script and our tender wings are clipped
and we’re scared we might be letting someone down.
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— Frank Turner: “Wanderlust”
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I want one more minute of your time to explain something, which is the reason why I want us to all sing this song together. Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, it’s “fucking obvious mate, it’s because it strokes your fragile pathetic ego, that’s fucking why.” And you know what, it’s true. It does. It also makes my Mum think I have a real job. But that’s not the reason either. Here’s the real reason. If every single person in this room — including the old school die-hards, the curious parties, the plus ones, the bartenders, the security guards, the guest-lists, the people on the balcony, the boys, the girls, the people down the front, the people at the back — sings along to this song at the same time, then together we’re going to do something interesting. We’re going to perform a magic trick. And here’s what the magic trick is. We’re going to transform what we’re doing in this room tonight, and it’s going to change from being about five good-looking sharply dressed young men and four very beautiful young ladies making noise at you for an hour and a half, it’s going to cease to be that. And it’s going to become something totally fucking different, which is a room full of people who are fucking equals, who are doing something together, on a fucking level, without a fucking barrier, something transcendent, and something that lifts us up out of the modern day bullshit we all put up with everyday. And that’s what music is supposed to do. So people of Manchester, are you fucking ready?
So I’ll play, and you’ll sing, the perfect way for the evening to begin.
”— Frank Turner
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