“Tears Don’t Fall” - Bullet for My Valentine
With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears dont fall...
This song is really difficult to explain, but I will do my best. The thing with Lofgren is that he’s always been on his own. His dad left before he was born, he doesn’t know anything about him, even his name. His mother has never really been able to provide. He couldn’t go to school, and he spent the majority of his time taking care of his little brother. He’s always wanted more from his life, specifically his father and a mother that listened. This song shows that.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
EJ Lofgren!
If my character was to have a 'theme song' his would be the song "Tears Don't Fall" by Bullet for my Valentine. The lyrics are below.
With blood shot eyes, I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
The moments died, I hear no screaming
The visions left inside me are slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me, if she knew my shame?
There's always something different going on
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me makes it better?
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
Her conscious calls, the guilty to come home
Your tears dont fall...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
"Harvey" Biography - EJ Lofgren
Hey, my name is Eugene Jonathan Lofgren, pleased to meet you. most of my friends call me EJ. I was born on December 17 and I’m 33 years old, that makes me born in…well, you can do the arithmetic. I have brown hair and blue eyes, but everyone only seems too notice my unshaven look. I don’t date, I spend all my time doing my passion, cab driving.
Some of my favourite things are: driving my cab, drinking, smoking, watching sunsets with my passengers, lookin’ at the birds, did I mention driving my cab?. but i tend to hate: backseat drivers, the doctors, not getting my money, Tuesdays, it’s the day I don‘t work.. i think I’m pretty cool, seeing as: most of my passengers tend to talk to me about things. some people say i'm annoying and a bad driver. You know i have this terrible habit of drinking too much and I’m impatient. i don't like to tell people that dogs scare the living crap out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I’ll own my own cab driving business!
So here’s my deal:
I’m a nice guy, when I want to be. I like my job, it’s not the greatest, but I find some enjoyment in all the people I’m driving around. Some of them never say anything, they just sit and look out the tinted windows. Sometimes they talk to me about their problems, or their day, or their dreams, or their lives, and you know what I do? I listen. Cause when it comes down to it, they probably aint got no one to talk to about these sorts of things. You know how I know this? Easy. ‘Cause they’re telling a complete stranger. Sometimes when talkin’ to them and listenin’, I get a pretty darn good tip for me to spend how I please.
Once in a while, I get these people who as me to bring them to some mental house, I forget it’s name. I just know that on the way their, they’re just so friendly. It’s like I was explainin to some rich lady not to long ago. On the way to the mental house, we talk, we watch sunsets, look at birds, we exchange numbers, and they tip me big. But sometimes, when they ask me to wait and take them someplace else when they’re done gettin’ that shot them doctors give, it’s awful. They tell me how to do my job, and then they don’t tip me, and they sometimes don’t even pay.
When I’m not working, which is only on Tuesday nights, I like to hit the pubs and meet up with my old friends. They all got some low life jobs, too. We drink till we aint got anymore money, then we go home, drink some more, and fall asleep.
I was born to Eleanor and Joshua Lofgren in this wonderful city I call home. it was okay, because my mother was a nurse at one point and my dad, well I have no clue. as for siblings, I’ve got one of them, and here's a little bit about them:
Joe Lofgren, he’s twenty nine and he’s a driver for Brown Cabs, has been for twelve years.
If my life were an autobiography on the New York best seller's list, then my book would probably go something like this:
My mother and father split up before I was born. I don’t know much about the old man, ‘cept that he was a real bastard. I don’t even know his name. But I don’t care, I grew up just fine. Well, I didn’t go to school. I spent all my time helping me ma’ around the house. And when she go pregnant from some guy she met one night while drinking, I had to help her even more. Don’t get me started on when Joe was born. That was such a shit time, he was such a loud baby.
When I turned 18 I got myself a job with Apex Cabs, and I’ve been drivin for them ever since, that’s 15 years incase you didn’t know.
Some of my favourite things are: driving my cab, drinking, smoking, watching sunsets with my passengers, lookin’ at the birds, did I mention driving my cab?. but i tend to hate: backseat drivers, the doctors, not getting my money, Tuesdays, it’s the day I don‘t work.. i think I’m pretty cool, seeing as: most of my passengers tend to talk to me about things. some people say i'm annoying and a bad driver. You know i have this terrible habit of drinking too much and I’m impatient. i don't like to tell people that dogs scare the living crap out of me. but you know i have plans, one day I’ll own my own cab driving business!
So here’s my deal:
I’m a nice guy, when I want to be. I like my job, it’s not the greatest, but I find some enjoyment in all the people I’m driving around. Some of them never say anything, they just sit and look out the tinted windows. Sometimes they talk to me about their problems, or their day, or their dreams, or their lives, and you know what I do? I listen. Cause when it comes down to it, they probably aint got no one to talk to about these sorts of things. You know how I know this? Easy. ‘Cause they’re telling a complete stranger. Sometimes when talkin’ to them and listenin’, I get a pretty darn good tip for me to spend how I please.
Once in a while, I get these people who as me to bring them to some mental house, I forget it’s name. I just know that on the way their, they’re just so friendly. It’s like I was explainin to some rich lady not to long ago. On the way to the mental house, we talk, we watch sunsets, look at birds, we exchange numbers, and they tip me big. But sometimes, when they ask me to wait and take them someplace else when they’re done gettin’ that shot them doctors give, it’s awful. They tell me how to do my job, and then they don’t tip me, and they sometimes don’t even pay.
When I’m not working, which is only on Tuesday nights, I like to hit the pubs and meet up with my old friends. They all got some low life jobs, too. We drink till we aint got anymore money, then we go home, drink some more, and fall asleep.
I was born to Eleanor and Joshua Lofgren in this wonderful city I call home. it was okay, because my mother was a nurse at one point and my dad, well I have no clue. as for siblings, I’ve got one of them, and here's a little bit about them:
Joe Lofgren, he’s twenty nine and he’s a driver for Brown Cabs, has been for twelve years.
If my life were an autobiography on the New York best seller's list, then my book would probably go something like this:
My mother and father split up before I was born. I don’t know much about the old man, ‘cept that he was a real bastard. I don’t even know his name. But I don’t care, I grew up just fine. Well, I didn’t go to school. I spent all my time helping me ma’ around the house. And when she go pregnant from some guy she met one night while drinking, I had to help her even more. Don’t get me started on when Joe was born. That was such a shit time, he was such a loud baby.
When I turned 18 I got myself a job with Apex Cabs, and I’ve been drivin for them ever since, that’s 15 years incase you didn’t know.
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