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Glen Hansard lyrics - Falling Slowly
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Artist: Glen HansardSong: Falling Slowly

Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly Lyrics

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react

And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melodyI'll sing along

hm.

i write alot.

i cry alot.

i laugh alot.

and the cycle repeats itself.

i don't like being attracted to someone i would beat over the head with a broomstick if the question of a relationship came up. it confuses my heart and makes things THAT much more complicated. really.

it would be like "hey. my girlfriend broke up with me...finally. so you and me huh?"

and i hate the traitorous part of me that goes "yipee!" because that part seems to forget the day and a half of TEARS.

i didn't forget.
why do i do this to myself?

i should move to france and become a nun. except that....then i couldn't catch john mayer on tour. and that would make me horribly sad. :(

i have class in less than an hour and i don't want to go....technically, i don't HAVE to go...but i'll go...for....some reason or another...oh yeah....to pass the class.

st. patrick's day by john mayer makes me cry. consistently....and yet....i play it....

what's wrong with me??

of course.

Dark Purple

To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.

What Color Purple Are You?

i suppose i ought to update

so......the obligatory update.

i'm alive.

i'm refusing to use capitalization.

i have an 8 am class twice a week and the sole reason i go (besides the beautiful man who routinely sits next to me except on thursdays when he decides not to show up) is because the tests are mostly based on lecture notes.

i want to come to california for jessy's birthday. what's a 21st birthday without me? i'll tell you: boring.

there's not a whole lot going on....i think i've finally decided to make film with a concentration in screenwriting as my major....and a super nod to Mez with my soon-to-be-declared minor in Art History. Believe me, I've been looking...and I haven't found a better teacher. I'm still waiting. I may have to come back to RBHS for some decent teaching....at least in the field of Art History.

in other news....I learned how to play "Hold You In My Arms" by Ray LaMontagne....it's not as cheesy as the title sounds and i like it alot.

my punctuation is not conSiStenT. how intriguing.

in ultimate other news: someone asked me to be his girlfriend and i turned him down, told him he creeped me out, and then went back to guitar practice.

go me.

knock knock....knock you OUT!

so......dorm life.
there has almost been a smackdown.

and in more recent news....a knocker.

he knocks....and runs and knocks and runs away some more.
i finally caught him and asked him what he wanted and he just smiled and left.

then i found a note at the foot of my bed (slipped under the doorway, obviously.)

"6-- W--- Hall. Call Me!"

I think not. I didn't date boys like you in high school...what makes you think that would work for me two years later?

I am now a firm believer in the concept that intelligence diminishes with age...or stupidity increases...take your pick.

yeah.....yesterday

it's an old picture...but it will do to tell this horrific tale.


so....i was backing this car out of my driveway....about to drive my uncle home....when......

i backed into a truck that looked like THIS.

right.....and then everything went wrong in a quick succession. the alarm went off, i left a nice dent in the truck...and a hole in the car.....GO ME! and then i burst into tears.....

(and i'm not cute at ALL when i cry)

then....the owner of the truck....a neighbor who's about 20...21 came to the door and he looked like this:

right. and he was a sweetheart......and i was a wreck.

but the clincher was my dad yelling up the stairs at me
"exchange insurance....NOT PHONE NUMBERS!!! I SAW YOOOOU!"

...thanks dad.

secretly....secretly...yearns for beauty....

i have a lot of secrets.

and i think it's true that they eat at you unless you tell someone.

so, inspired by postsecret....i told my best friend 18 secrets i could think of off the top of my head.

and some of them hurt to write.

i hope she doesn't cry too much.
because then i would cry more.

and we aren't near enough in distance to hug each other.
yet.

here's # 19, if anyone reads this at all anyways,

death makes for an interesting bedfellow.