Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin’
Listened to this for a full 1.5 hours at the gym today, on repeat. I think my left brain was probably screaming through the paper thin wall to my right brain: for the love of GOD, will you turn that fucking thing down!???
At the moment I have Florence and the Machine on repeat:
If you could only see the beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
My writing mantra, with a nod to ten hard years in the highly-competitive stunt world...
Makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a fighter