Current NaNoWriMo word count: 929.
Nov. 2nd, 2002 04:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I was listening to "After the Fall" by Bob Franke this afternoon and realized that it's near-perfect for my novel. So i transcribed the lyrics. Now i need to decide whether i should write more NaNoWriMo, catch up on correspondence, or do actual schoolwork. Why is that the more appealing something is, the lower it is on the priority list? Sigh.
"After the Fall" by Bob Franke
I went downtown to see the band but never left my car, the bar had overflowed.
And driving by the lines I thought about the time I met you there and what you wrote.
I still can't see the sense in writing songs about the death but now you're still around.
I think about your locks and if you've got a minute listen to this line I found.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
This life is just a house of cards and no one knows it better than the likes of us.
First they call you nothing then they say you could have been someone but missed the bus.
The young ones say it 'cause they need the space, the old ones jealous of your naked grace.
But I remember how a single voice and those two hands define a holy place.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
You're not the first to wonder how it feels to make a unity of wood and steel.
These trees have been around here long enough, these hands have trembled on the same steering wheel.
But if you feel it speeding up remember there's a brake and there's a telephone.
Remember you're an artist and a human and remember that you're not alone.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
"After the Fall" by Bob Franke
I went downtown to see the band but never left my car, the bar had overflowed.
And driving by the lines I thought about the time I met you there and what you wrote.
I still can't see the sense in writing songs about the death but now you're still around.
I think about your locks and if you've got a minute listen to this line I found.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
This life is just a house of cards and no one knows it better than the likes of us.
First they call you nothing then they say you could have been someone but missed the bus.
The young ones say it 'cause they need the space, the old ones jealous of your naked grace.
But I remember how a single voice and those two hands define a holy place.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
You're not the first to wonder how it feels to make a unity of wood and steel.
These trees have been around here long enough, these hands have trembled on the same steering wheel.
But if you feel it speeding up remember there's a brake and there's a telephone.
Remember you're an artist and a human and remember that you're not alone.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.
After the fall there is love.
After the fall there is love again.
After the fall if you can just keep breathing you can walk away.