Today's scene: Meeting a girl in a bar
Note: To those of you opposed to meeting people in bars, just change the settings and eliminate all of the fun.
Hard Fi -Hard To Beat
This is a song about someone you know by appearance, no name, just a friendly face. While it devolves into a song about an actress and a rock star, hardly normal people, it's sole message is a positive vibe about one-night stands. The first verse is an almost perfect version of the male brain upon seeing a familiar pretty face in a dance club
I've seen you darling, seen you hanging round town
You in a short skirt, shining eyes of deep brown
You had a dirty look, you caught me on your hook
Turn up the thermostat, I want to see you sweat
My favorite verse is next, simply because it sounds awkward (this coming from a guy who possibly is the most awkward male ever). Nothing clever, just how ya doin'. The smile tearing though me is a clever visual also.
I walked right over, said hi, how ya doin'?
You smiled at me and girl you tore right through me
I said come on let's dance, we've got to take our chance
You whispered in my ear, you wanna get out of here
And here comes the sleazy perfectly written sex part.
Let's spend the night, spend the night together
Heart beating so fast, as you take my shirt off
This girl I saw round town, well now she's going down
Stuck on a losing streak, I think you've turned it round
The final non-choral line is perfect morning after talk.
Drive me crazy, my beautiful baby
Let's spend the whole day right here together
Old 97's-Barrier Reef
Probably the best song for a man who's down on his luck or has the last name Miller (or a rhyming one) so he can utter the line. It's one of my favorite Old 97's song, because it's very country and keeps with the lonely but upbeat male vibe that their songs so often have. It's also why I don't dance; I trip the lights fantastic.
My name is Stuart Ransom Miller, I'm a Serial LadykillerBest other line:
I went through the motions with her, Her on top and me on liquorShe Wants Revenge - "Out of Control"
Note: Weird custom video; they made a video but it has somehow disappeared.
Simply, if club music was this hot, I would never stop dancing. Something about the high heels does it for me, as does the line "kinda dancing, but not at all," a perfect description of any person at a club looking to dance, the way they sway slightly to the music, a little tight but judge looking for a nudge onto the floor.
You get all of these lyrics, too. No sex, but if music was sex, this would be it.
With her high heel against the wall
Kind of dancing, though not at all
She had stockings running up to her thighs
Snaps her fingers to keep the time
From the back of the room I saw her there
I said she wants to be alone and I shouldn't dare
But then she noticed me glance at her
I had no choice but to dance with her
[Chorus]
The lights that move sideways and up and down
The beat takes you over and spins you round
Our hearts steady-beating, the sweat turns to cold
We're slaves to the DJ and out of control
I watched her feet move, her hips they sway
Does a hair flip then starts to say
Oh, my God, it's my favorite song
I pull her close and she sings along
We can't slow down even if we tried
If the record keeps spinning so will I
She likes disco and tastes like a tear
Tells me don't stop dancing and she's pulling me near
[Chorus]
We've got nowhere to go, we've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you, but either way, lets begin
[X3]
Brand New- "Sic Transit Gloria, Glory Fades"
I always pictured this as a one night stand song, just the vibe it sends. A role reversal of sorts, though I would say that only society dictates that, where the woman is the sexual aggressor. The boy/man here wants to have a relationship with her, but she just wants the sex, strangely enough with this boy who seems by the song to be bereft of experience. I also think this is one of the best music videos ever so it deserves inclusion on any playlist.
Keep the noise low.
She doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe
while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets
barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
She hits the lights.
This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends,
he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her
exactly what it really feels like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...
(Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.)
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end
and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.
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