Perfectly Content In My Quiet Reverie…

Since I haven’t done a lyrics post in a while, so I thought I’d do one tonight…

Those who know me can pretty much attest to the fact that I’m not a big fan of watching TV…at all. Personally, I think it’s probably my undiagnosed ADD or something…in that I can’t stand sitting still in one place for too long. Come to think of it, I guess that would explain why my head is all over the place most of the time. J I think the only real downside to my aversion with television is that it leaves me out of the loop in regards to what’s new in the film and TV industry. Most of the time, I can’t even tell you what’s playing in theaters—no TV means no movie trailers. To be honest, not being in the loop of things doesn’t really bother me—unlike some people. The celebrity and Hollywood hype doesn’t interest me. I’ve never really understood why society puts so much emphasis on the status’ if celebrities. I mean, they’re just people—people that well-paid and overly glorified maybe—but just people, nevertheless. I give them props though—the actors and actresses and artists and other celebrities. From where I’m standing, their jobs are some of the hardest. Personally, you couldn’t pay me enough to do what they do. I don’t think people realize that all that fame and glory—it all comes with a price, just like everything else. I don’t know how they do it…having no privacy and having their entire lives put on display for the whole world to see—people that are just waiting criticize and pick ever little detail of their lives apart. People that are just waiting for them to make a mistake…to find any kind of fault in them. I’d hate to live like that—having nothing sacred. I’m a pretty private person, for the most part. I don’t like people knowing my business or judging/criticizing the way I live my life. I don’t like being in the spotlight or having all the attention…not at all. Maybe I’m weird, but I don’t want my 15 minutes of fame or millions of dollars, I really don’t. From what I’ve seen, nothing good comes from having all that money or the fame. Money doesn’t buy happiness, contrary to what people may think. Ultimately, I think it destroys a lot of people. Maybe I am crazy for saying this, but I’d rather be poor and not-known and happy…rather than rich and reckless and unhappy. But that’s just me. Anyways…moving on and getting back to my original point…

I also think it might have something to do with how I was raised. These days, I think we can agree that TV has become a baby-sitter of sorts for the majority of youth in this country– maybe even the world. But it wasn’t like that for me or my siblings. When I was younger, we lived a little ways out of town in the country with a big backyard and wide open fields all around us. We were always outside playing…come rain or shine and hot or cold…it didn’t matter. We played barefoot outside in thunderstorms, jumped in rain puddles, built awesome snow forts, made mud-pies, and drove my grams crazy with the amount of dirt we accumulated on ourselves, our clothes, and our shoes…the majority of which we tracked inside the house. In the summer, we had crab apple fights and trekked almost daily to this creek a couple miles up the road where we splashed around and went swimming and collected ridiculous amounts of clay and rocks, along with an absurd collection of various so-called “treasures” that we hid in our pockets and snuck back home with us. It was a great childhood as far as I’m concerned. One that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Honestly, I feel sorry for these younger generations that are missing out on the kind of childhood we had…that a kid SHOULD have. But the world is a very different place now than it was then. These days, kids aren’t even safe playing in their own yards, let alone walking down a public street. It’s a shame. It really is.

So yeah, I can pretty much count the number of TV shows that I’ve watched religiously on ONE hand, believe it or not. For starters, there was the soap General Hospital. I was addicted to that for a couple of my pre-teen years, mostly just because it was totally inappropriate for my age and so I of course, had to watch it. Then there was Gilmore Girls…loved that show. My sister and I started watching it when it first started and it sort of became this cute little routine we had every week. Even when she left for college, I remember when 8 o’clock rolled around on Tuesday, I’d be waiting by the phone for her phone call and we’d sing the theme song together—over the phone. I know, it’s kind of corny…but it was sort of our thing. Sisterly bonding…or something of the sort. Anyhow, then there was The Hills, which the bestie and I started watching back when we had a place together….waaaayy back when. And lastly, there’s One Tree Hill. I watched the show religiously in my teens for a couple of seasons, then college and life got in the way and I stopped. Then this amazing thing called Netflix came out and long story short…I got re-addicted and eventually caught up on the 5 or so seasons I missed. It was such a cute show…kind of like Dawson’s Creek, only with GOOD acting (haha)…but no really, it was sweet. And the best part—other than a shirtless James Lafferty (haha)—is that the show was centered a lot around music. All the episode titles are actually lines from a song or a title of one, which is neat, I think. My love for punk rock and indie music—definitely owe that to the show. Not only were the episode scores great…but the show introduced a lot of really great otherwise-unknown artists into the music scene…basically kicking off their careers for most of them. Artists like Gavin DeGraw and Tyler Hilton and bands like Fall Out Boy and Angels and Airwaves….and dozens of other really talented artists and bands. Kate Voegele …whose song happens to be my muse for tonight’s post… is one of those really talented artists from the show. I love love loveeee her music.

Here’s one of my favorites of hers…it’s a track called “Devil In Me”… (I prefer the acoustic version, but to each his own… 🙂

Far in the distance,
this is the view from the other side.
How did I let this pass me by?
You took me for granted,
and planted thorns in this garden of mine.
What are the chances?
My hope has died.
Please, have mercy.
You’ve unnerved me.
I don’t deserve this pain.

So don’t break my heart.
I ain’t never done nothing to deserve this.
And I’m torn apart.
You’ve had your fun.
Do you suppose I earned it?
Do you not see how I’m begging on my knees?
Don’t speak. Don’t breathe.
You bring out the devil in me, oh.

Been thinking it over…
Those were days dark as ebony nights.
The end of October felt like a lifetime.
I had a suspicion,
but I didn’t want to believe you a liar.
You had a mission to prove me right.
You took my trust.
Ground it to dust.
Found out I know better.

And I don’t wanna feel the pain.
I don’t want another day,
shackled to your ball and chain, no.
You’re entirely to blame.
An acquired misery.
All I can do is wait.

So I don’t have a prayer if there is no charity in your heart.
Couldn’t you spare me?
I’ve done my part.
So don’t break my heart.
I ain’t never done nothing to deserve this.
And I’m torn apart.
You’ve had your fun.
Do you suppose I earned it?
Did you not see, how I was begging on my knees?
No don’t speak, don’t breathe.
YOU bring out the devil–the devil in me…



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