Lost Angels
My first truly shameful confession- I like a Nickelback song.
Figured You Out.
It's corny, overproduced radio rock, but the lyrics really speak to me. They play into a very longstanding fetish of mine.
A sampling-
"I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say "No"
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress
I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck"
For as long as I can remember, the very thought of a girl that was a self-destructive, coked-out, whore has really turned me on.
When I was 10 years old I would fantasize about growing up and having girlfriends that were junkies and prostitutes.
Watching a girl snort a line or drop an E has definitely been known to get me hard.
Later in the song, he talks about how he hates all those same qualaties. The simultaneous attraction and repulsion is a wonderful part of the charge. Who knew you had it in you, Chad?
Even the "figured you out" lyric plays into it for me. For as long as I can remember, I've always been attracted to things that are bad and dirty and depraved. When I see some slutty chick getting loaded, it's like she's sending me a signal, letting me know she's one of my kind.
She's lost too.
Fuck, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Figured You Out.
It's corny, overproduced radio rock, but the lyrics really speak to me. They play into a very longstanding fetish of mine.
A sampling-
"I like your pants around your feet
And I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say "No"
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
Now I did, you wonder why
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress
I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck"
For as long as I can remember, the very thought of a girl that was a self-destructive, coked-out, whore has really turned me on.
When I was 10 years old I would fantasize about growing up and having girlfriends that were junkies and prostitutes.
Watching a girl snort a line or drop an E has definitely been known to get me hard.
Later in the song, he talks about how he hates all those same qualaties. The simultaneous attraction and repulsion is a wonderful part of the charge. Who knew you had it in you, Chad?
Even the "figured you out" lyric plays into it for me. For as long as I can remember, I've always been attracted to things that are bad and dirty and depraved. When I see some slutty chick getting loaded, it's like she's sending me a signal, letting me know she's one of my kind.
She's lost too.
Fuck, I wouldn't have it any other way.