Woolf, Virginia Filmography

• Mrs Dalloway
  1997, role: writer
• Orlando
  1992, role: writer
• A Room of One's Own
  1991, role: writer
• To the Lighthouse
  1983, role: writer
• Golven
  1982, role: writer
• Simple Gifts
  1977, role: writer

Woolf, Virginia Filmography

• Early Mourning Dream
  2011, role: actress , character name: Dog

Matching books:

Jacob's Room

Night and Day

The Voyage Out

Monday or Tuesday

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• virginia woolf - Indigo Girls
• virginia woolf - Sadistik
• virginia woolf - Thieves & Villains

Some will strut and some will fret see this an hour on the stage others will not but they'll sweat in their hopelessness in the rage we're all the same the men of anger and the women of the page they published your diary and that's how i got to know you key to the room of your own and a mind without end here's a young girl on a kind of a telephone line through time the voice at the other end comes like a long-lost friend so i know i'm alright my life will come my life will go still i feel it's alright I just got a letter to my soul when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue empty pages for the no longer young the apathy of time laughs in my face you say each life has its place the hatches were battened thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed battles surrounded the white flag of your youth but if you need to know that you weathered the storm of cruel mortality a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof so you know it's alright your life will come your life will go still you'll feel it's

I let the light sink inside my skin just so I can breathe again
Balancing the weight between creepy and obsessive
The world of the weight's on my back, backwards, wait
Words back me in a way, I need to be accepted
Everything is relative, the world is full of skeletons
Dancing to the rhythm to pretend that they're alive
But I don't got a bone to pick especially when they're broke and hit
The funny one, it's cumbersome to wonder why they try
A fifth in my right hand, quarters in my left
Until my half-life is a hole inside my chest
If I sit and listen with this individual diction
Is it indiscriminant or just a symptom of the sickness?
Or a metaphor of change?
To break a dollar, people write their letters for a chain
I'd rather write a chain letter, it's better for the pain
And the people in my life that always said I was insane
I'll throw a noose around the sun and be the pendulum
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I'll wait until the medics come
I'll be so high and so bright that if you want me back
You'll have to sit and watch the setting sun
Bring my body to the ground
Before they catch a breath they'll be calling it profound
Martyrdom for beauty's sake, decorates the landscape
As everybody's hands shake from quality they found
This is what it's like to taste the Heavens and dismiss the grace
Another year, another fake expression in a picture frame
Another birthday wish and still it didn't change
A lap around the sun never took me to a different place
But I have to keep floating
Until I meet Virginia Woolf trapped in sheep's clothing
I could be the stones in her pockets when we walk in
To the ocean and marvel at the coast until we sink
And as her lungs filled with water
She watched the sun spill across her
Until the mud filled her armor
Sea shells spelled “Our love still will conquer”
Nope, bubbles rose to the surface
Anchored down where the stones and the dirt live
Taste the ground that she chose to submerge in
“Oh, Vir-gin-ia Woolf, don't be ner-vous”
(No) With all the medicine, your head you said has driven you to go
And follow sadness, left for dead instead I'm diggin' up your bones
They're all intact and set up when I get to give ‘em all a home
An artifact that's Heaven-sent, I get to visit on my own
I'm alone now on the go-round
That broke down slow when I pulled my soul out
For sold-out shows full of ghosts of old doubts
And profound hopes that I don't control now
I know, somebody come and set me free
From the sea of an undetected grief
Some things that you love aren't meant to be
Bleeding hearts run out of blood eventually
So we can call her my atonement
A message in a bottle that I wanted you to open
It's a poem, a sorrowful devotion
That I left for you at the bottom of the ocean

I’ll tie a rope and all of you will think
I’ve hung my hopes and walked em out to sea
See there’s no case
I saved my face you can see it for yourself
Open letter to my hometown crew
I can see through you and how it works
And how it’s worse
And how it worked out
But I can read your face
It’s true
You hide behind the ones that hide for you
yet me, I’d never fall into the line you built
with ease and Stalin’s tactics
Save a place for me
You swine, you known backstabber
I don’t think that I’m a part of this machine
I don’t see the point in shaking hands with fiends
When you can take it for your…
It’s a change of pace to see my face when a race back home
When I’d lost hope
They might be sane
They might just be crazy enough to wait
But I can read your face
Its’ true
You hide behind the ones that hide for you
yet me, I’d never fall into the line you built
with ease and Stalin’s tactics
Save a place for me
You swine, you known backstabber
I don’t think that I’m a part of this machine
I don’t see the point in shaking hands with fiends
When you can take it for yourself
I’ll tie a rope
And all of you will think
I’ve hung my hopes
And walked em out to see
See there’s no case