Heart the cat.  Sometime in 1996 - March 14, 2013

Heart the cat. Sometime in 1996 – March 14, 2013

A lot of crappy things have been happening.  Some I have caused or am actively causing (like how I torment the scientist down the street) but some just seem to be occurring spontaneously (fire toads).  They are scary and I don’t know how things are going to end up.  And then for a goof I decided to look up the stats for the site and found out that I went from 120 thousand visits last month to 73 thousand this month!  So obviously I am doing something wrong other than the tormenting.

Oh, and I had to put my cat to sleep.

So the song this week is “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan.  Why?  Well, I did have a crush on her in the 90s.  But that isn’t why.  It’s because this song is the one they play in that ASPCA commercial that only sociopaths can watch without getting emotional.  And there is a point because Heart the cat was given up for dead because he had been chewed up by a car engine.  But he got rescued (by me) and lived 12 more years.  Sooooooo….

Sarah McLachlan wants you to help the ASPCA so they can help more animals and Heart is was 🙁 living proof that things that started in the late nineties can still bring you joy and happiness.  So listen to the song.  Give some money to the ASPCA and realize that Sarah McLachlan should totally make a come back.  IT’S TIME, SARAH! And please someone find me a warlock or a gypsy or something to try to get things going my way again.  Seriously.

After the jump you get the video, the lyrics AND a special bonus pic of Sarah McLachlan from this month.  It is weird because she looks exactly the same.  EXACTLY!

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there’s always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memories seep from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there’s vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you make up for all that you lack
it don’t make no difference
escaping one last time
it’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of the angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here
you’re in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

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