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Thank Goodness for Earbuds

I won't lie. I like the new Kelly Clarkson album (I liked the first one, too). But Damn. Enough is enough.
My cube-neighbor has taken to listening to his radio at his cube (um, if Marsha gets to listen to her radio, then I was told I could listen to mine at a respectable volume between the hours of 9 and 10)...which I'm OK with. So this is nothing against him. It's agains the radio station. WNCI (which I'm pretty sure stands for We Never Choose Individuals) is the strongest station in the Columbus metropolitan area. Strong enough to bust through the steel frame in our building that stops other signals cold. There's only one problem. It's pop top-40 bubblegum crap.

And let me reiterate, while I do like the Kelly Clarkson album, I do NOT want to hear "Because of You" every 90 minutes. Have you really listened to the words of this song? It's a co-dependent's anthem. I don't blame Miss Clarkson. She's only singing what they give her to sing. But damn....talk about the fight song for the Prozac Nation. Allow me to illustrate:

I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh
Everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with

Because of you
I'll never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side
So I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust
Not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I watched you die
I heard you cry
Every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry
In the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I tried my hardest just to forget everything
Because of you
I don't know how to let anyone else in
Because of you
I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty
Because of you
I am afraid

Because of you ohhhhhhhhh
because of youuuu you

Because of you



So, basically what we have here is someone who's blaming someone else for everything that's wrong in their life. Because of you I have oodles and oodles of things to complain about. And this is a hit!?! My life sucks and it's your fault-now where's my number one record, beyotches?
I really don't understand it. But hey-it sells. Poor, poor pitiful me. What's funny about this to me is that it's getting so much airplay. Are we really sure that the Pay to Play program was squashed? I'm not so sure.
So..um yeah. Thank goodness for earbuds and 37GB of iPod-y goodness.
Dammit. That song just came up in Shuffle.....foiled again.

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