Caterwauling

“Don’t you just love
A Hollywood ending
In the nick of time
She’s gonna come through
But you can spend your whole life
Pretending
It’s going to go that way for you, too

‘Cause only you know her secret heart
She doesn’t mean to be unkind
And the waiting is not so hard
What’s a little more time?

(chorus)
We’re all
Fools for something
I’m smarter than this
Oh, I swallow every line
We’re all
Fools for something
She’s your loveliest weakness
He was my longest goodbye

Hey I know just where you are
I ate up every last word
And we swore you’d never let it get this far
And you’d never get hurt

Hey I know I can’t change your mind
Like you can’t change your heart
Hey I know the cliche
‘Love is blind’
But who knew it could be so dark

(chorus)

My heart is dry

Don’t you just love
A Hollywood ending
In the nick of time
She’s gonna come through
But you can spend your whole life
Pretending
It’s going to happen that way
For you, too

We’re all fools for something
I’m smarter than this
I’ve never let anyone by

We’re all
Fools for something
Someone

She’s your loveliest weakness
He was my longest
Loveliest weakness

Loveliest weakness
He was my longest goodbye
My heart is dry
My truest lie.”

— Edie Carey, “Hollywood Ending”

Hey, we’re not having a traditional dinner for yet another year — let a girl slurp up some gravy wherever she can!

Chris Daughtry’s new album on iTunes

*searching for a mop for the floor beneath my chair*

Yet, I am seriously thinking Sugarland’s new song, “Want To,” is more than just a touch inspired by Mr. Jon Bon Jovi.

I was listening to it a dozen times in the car yesterday and I’ll admit, I alays thought those two had a little flirtation or maybe even a “thing” since they did some musical collaboration last year. Anyway, on the new song, there’s a lyric that makes me wonder:

“You’ve got a dream of a degree
And a shirt that smells like me.”

Now, I can name dozens of interviews with Jon during the past 20 years when he’s made the point that he’s only graduated high school — that life has been his educator. I vaguely remember a song lyric about it but I have 100-plus Bon Jovi songs in iTunes and I don’t have all day to listen to them to figure it out. 🙂

In any event, leaving behind an item spritzed with some cologne sounds like something I’d do, or ask someone to do. Meaning, someone’s gotta go and there’s otherwise no trace of them.

Or maybe it’s just the writer in me looking for underlying meanings that don’t exist. Or the writer is just looking for fodder for her new book. Whichever. Yet I can’t stop listening to that song now and wondering where Jennifer Nettles’ mind was when she penned that lyric. …

I am sort of annoyed because with the new and improved iTunes, I can’t (yet) strip the DRM from a song to save my widdle life. I wasn’t planning on file-sharing, just streaming it up here.

Oh well, If you like Sugarland, their new single “Want To” is my new earworm of the week. No reason for that. Well, none that I’d share, anyway! 😉

Nina Gordon is back! I would post the link to her new song “Kiss Me ‘Til It Bleeds,” but my stupid piece-of-shit PC refuses to show me dropdown windows so *waves middle finger to Dell product*. But you can click here to hear it on MySpace. *squee!* Seriously, I heart this chick’s music. It’s an album I’d actually pay for!

At Caterwauling, we like to forget that one of our on-again/off-again/never-agains looks like Justin Timberlake (or Elijah Wood. Either way, ew. WTF?) and concentrate on figuring out exactly when the hell Timbaland got so hot. *fans self*

Anyway. We need some “SexyBack” as it is the earworm of the week:

• Things that I have no business being bothered by, I am.
• Things that *should* bother me, don’t.
• I wasn’t aware my heart could hold this much.
• It’s impossible to have a bad time when you’re with good people.
• Some days, it’s the little half-truths we tell ourselves that get us through until we’re strong enough to deal with reality. Or maybe it’s true that we’ve got to see it (at least, conceive in our heads) to believe it can happen. I’m never sure whether the little dreams come to me because they’re to be a work of fiction (that I have yet to write) or whether they’re meant to make me think bigger than I currently am.
• Sometimes the things I expect/ask of others are monumental. Other times, I don’t feel that I request enough of them.
• I’m not the only one *out there* with these doubts, frustrations, concerns, questions, fears and confusion about where I am in life and whether I’m on the right path, whether the things I want are really what’s best or meant to be, and whether these things are going to happen because they’re supposed to or if I have to somehow alter my course to make them possible.
• Great things are worth waiting for. And I am one of them.
• Even though it’s our own opinions of ourselves that matter most, some outside validation is exactly what we need to reinforce and even regenerate those good sentiments. Receiving — really, truly accepting — a kind word or a friendly touch isn’t weakness. It sure beats the opposite or, worse, nothing at all.

Now streaming: DJ Colette, “What Would She Do For Love (Kaskades Big Room Mix)”:
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Presented without comment (a first!), two relevant quotes from today:

And again, because these say enough as well, two relevant songs for today:

Keren DeBerg, “Gone”
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Blue October, “Calling You”
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It’s not that I’m not a happy or even quasi-optimistic person, but I guess I need the mental equivalent of a power wash on my psyche. Anything to make me stop questioning not why the bad things happen, but if the good things can possibly be anything other than transient.

There are days when I’m bummed at feeling like life is suffocating the will straight out of my soul, and there are other days in which I’m continually looking over my shoulder, like things are OK — but what’s looming that’s intent on destroying it? I pray for change at every turn, and I want “the dream” more than anyone else I’ve ever known.

Things have to change. They’re — I’m — broken and I’m not pretending to be fine anymore. Denial shouldn’t be someone’s strong suit. Neither should pretense. I worry when those I genuinely want to attract (and keep) realize that this is as good as it gets sometimes. This is *my* healthy for now, but it’s all I’ve got. I’ve always wanted people to fall in love with my potential, but I need for them to see me — to know me — now. To give me that safe place to simply just be.

From Slate:

But to the man whose hand or arm she is holding, she is not “average.” She is the whole world to him.

Sunlight is something I don’t get enough of, truly and hypothetically, and I bask in it when I see it. I am grateful for it and even though I have to push it out of my world way too soon and entirely too often, I dance in it, even if only in my mind. But I know it’s out there, waiting for me to enter into it so that it can envelop me and illuminate the path I’m meant to be on.

A baby crying in its crib doesn’t want conversation or a gold ring. He wants to be picked up, held, and patted. Adults need that physical contact also. They need to cuddle together for warmth and comfort in an indifferent or cold world. At least, they need to be able to do that.

That said, I know I’m sort of on the right track — at least, I’m in the neighborhood. Acknowledging the road is the first step for me. Realizing that it’s going to be a “Long Way to Happy” is the second step. But happy is out there — I’ve got the TripTik. And maybe it’s less of a hike than I think, but now I’m finally focused on a destination.

Here’s the song by Pink to complement this convoluted entry:

I’ve been neglecting the House of Caterwauling for a long time. Now, I know I post almost daily and oftentimes twice-daily, but there are a million posts that sit unfinished and others that I killed off halfway into them. I start to talk about dates and outings with friends and rethink it and decide to keep those to myself because, well, a girl’s gotta have something to cherish. And besides, the dreams of cosmic Greyhound buses are better left offline. 😉

But before we get into just a sliver of the latest in my world, I present tunage. I’m so over Nelly Furtado — never liked her music and don’t find her sexy enough to pull off “Promiscuous,” but if I don’t have to look at her wooden facial expressions, I rather like the emotional well from which she draws. This is “I Am”:

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