Frank Turner - Worse Things Happen at Sea (song lyrics)
Journal Entry: Sep 09, 2009 11:20 PM |
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Honestly, relax my dear it's clear that we are done
It doesn't take a scientist to figure out that one
It's obvious the way you move the way you hold your head
The way you hide your pretty eyes and shift across the bed
You say worse things happen at sea
I say worse things have happened to me
Honestly I'll be fine, this isn't my first time
I've taken blows before and every time I have survived
you made it clear you didn't care you never did pretend
And in the end at least you never try to fuck my friends
You say worse things happen at sea
I said worse things have happened to me
Bitter eyes the bedroom floor
And we're not gonna talk anymore
Well honestly it doesnt matter I know better than
To cry over spilt milk wasted effort spoilt plans
We're adults here so shed no tears I'm sure we can be friends
I'll nod and smile and watch you in the arms of other men
You say worse things happen at sea
I say worse things have happened to me
Bitter eyes the bedroom floor
And we're not gonna talk anymore
We got nothing to talk for
WELL HONESTLY YOUR HONESTY IT HAS EMERGED UNSCATHED
AND I HOPE YOU'RE DOING FINE
WELL ME I'M DOING FUCKING GREAT
AND I WOULDN'T WANT TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR TIME
I KNOW YOUR FACE, I KNOW MY PLACE
SO YOU WATCH YOURS, I'LL KEEP TO MINE*
They say worse things happen at see
I said worse things have happened to me
Bitter eyes the bedroom floor
And were not gonna talk anymore
We got nothing to talk for
You got nothing to be sorry for
I got noone to care for
This is the worst thing that's happened to me
(*this verse is in capital letters to try and convey the increase in emotion in the singers voice at this particular point in the song. It's really rather touching) |
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Mountain climb pics
Journal Entry: Jul 10, 2009 07:15 PM |
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| Some of the better pictures from my mountain walk are now in my Photos section :) enjoy |
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w00t
Journal Entry: Jul 05, 2009 12:10 AM |
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Well, I did it. We chose one of hardest routes to go up, and I still made it to the top of that mountain. Holy shit are my legs fucked right now though. I feel like I just spent 8 hours on a step machine at the gym, with no breaks. So yes, time for sleep.
So proud of myself though. When I reallised I was at the top, when it finally sunk in that I'd done it, I was so overcome with joy that I actually started to cry. Too much damn emotion! Anyways, time for me to sleep now, I can imagine that I won't be walking properly for a few days. |
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I must be mad
Journal Entry: Jun 27, 2009 08:00 PM |
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Next Saturday, the 4th of July no less, I get to cross a boundary that I would have thought impossible twelve months ago.
You see, for the last 4 years I've been pretty sick with depression, sometimes suicidally so (I've had 3 failed suicide attempts in this time) and my physical health has suffered greatly as a result. I put on a lot of weight, became generally unfit, and the worse my health suffered the least likely I was at doing something about it because it made my depression worse.
Then, however, roughly 2 months ago a friend of mine suggested I go out for a walk with her. She lives in a county called Shropshire, here in England, and it's all very much traditional English countryside: lots of hills, and fields, and quaint little villages with strange names.
I agreed to go with her on this walk. It wasn't a long walk, maybe 6 miles at the most, and we were gone for 3 and a half hours, but it made something inside me click. I mean, my legs were burning, my feet were totally fucked (because I was only wearing trainers), and I was short of breath within the first 20 minutes of walking, but I felt great afterwards. So I went and invested in a pair of hiking boots, and I soon put them to good use.
I walk pretty much every day now, in all weathers and on all terrains. When I visit my friend we often go out for 6 or 7 hour long walks through the countryside, for no purpose other than the joy of walking. During those two months of walking I've lost close to 50lbs in weight and feel much better in myself than I have done in years.
And now, onto this boundary I'm crossing next weekend. I have agreed to take part in a charitable event, and this event will have me walking to the summit of my first mountain, the beautiful Mount Snowdon in North Wales (there's a nice pic of it here: http://www.rmhc.org.uk/assets/300px-Snowdon_from_Llyn_Llydaw_001.jpg if you'd like to see what I mean by beautiful). The walk is roughly 9 miles from the base to the summit, and then there's the walk back down again. I'm actually kind of scared that I won't be able to complete it, but I'm going to give everything I have into making sure that I do it, even if it leaves me bed-ridden for a week afterwards.
Anyway, that's a nice long ramble which serves no purpose other than to try and get you guys to wish me luck ;)
Manny xx |
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Camping is fun? BLERGH!
Journal Entry: Jun 18, 2009 03:46 PM |
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I just got home from a 5 day hiking / camping trip. Me and my friends would hike through the hills and mountains for roughly 8 hours per day, then set up our tents for the night and sleep, before waking at around 5am each morning to have breakfast whilst watching the sun rise.
It was beautiful.
However... I've come home with sunstroke / pretty bad sunburn; am totally dehydrated; and suffering from heat exhaustion >.<
It was good though. Next time I must remember to take a camera with me so I can capture some of the sights. |
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Haircut!
Journal Entry: Jun 10, 2009 04:53 PM |
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I just had my hair cut. Had it shaved down to a #0 at the barber's shop. When I got home decided it wasn't short enough, so went at it with a razor. My head is now officially as smooth as a cue ball.
Funny thing though, seeing them sweep up my hair afterwards made me reallise just how gray my hair is turning. It looked as though they'd just shaved a badger. |
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