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Old 06-22-2003, 11:02 AM   #81
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That "POE" song that was on the radio several months ago. I think it had her brother talking on it.
You're thinking of the "Drive-by mix" of Hey, Pretty. It preserves the chorus of the original, but the verses have all been replaced by her brother, Mark Danielewski, reading from his novel, House of Leaves, a bizarre book that I would recommend to anyone who enjoys unusual fiction. It's the story of a man editing a scholarly paper about a documentary film that doesn't exist (even in the world of the novel) about a house that rearranges its own architecture in subtle and frightening ways, complete with footnotes and references to sources, some real and some nonexistent. The excerpt he reads is:

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Kyrie suggested we go for a drive in her new two door BMW coupe...
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats...
Kyrie took over from there....
At nearly ninety miles per hour, she zipped us up to that windy edge known to some as Mulholland, a sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica mountains, where she then proceeded to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to fifty miles per hour, only to immediately gun it back up to ninety again, fast, slow, fast-fast, slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one. She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp controlled jerks, swinging left to right, before driving back to the right, only so she could do it all over again, until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect, taking me to parts of this city I rarely think of and never visit, I heard her say...

(Poe)

Hey pretty
don't you wanna take a ride with me?
through my world
Hey pretty
don't you wanna kick and slide
through my world

Do you get the gist of the song now??

(Mark)

I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then. I know it didn't really matter. She wasn't listening. She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat back and told me to lie on top of her, on top of those leather pants of hers...her hands immediately guiding mine over those soft, slightly oily folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal tab, small and round like a tear, then murmuring a murmer so inaudible
that even though I could feel her lips tremble against my ear she seemed far, far away - 'Pinch it' she'd said, which I did, lightly, until she also said 'Pull it' which I also did, gently, parting the teeth one at a time, down, under and beneath, the longest unzipping of my life...

(Poe)

Hey pretty
don't you wanna take a ride with me?
through my world
Hey pretty
don't you wanna kick and slide
through my world
hey pretty
my pretty baby
rock it through my world
Hey pretty, my pretty baby

(Mark)

We never even kissed or looked into each other's eyes. Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words,
hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my only tongue...
Too bad dark languages rarely survive...

(Poe)

Hey pretty, my pretty baby, hey pretty baby
don't you wanna take a ride with me?
don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby, My pretty baby (don't you wanna?)
rock it through my world (through my world)
don't you wanna take a ride with me?
My baby (don't you wanna?)
My baby, don't you wanna take a ride with me?
do you get the gist of the song now?
(don't you wanna?)
do you get the gist of the song now?
(Note: I typed the House of Leaves bits myself, from the book, I copied and pasted the chorus from a fan site.)

The whole Haunted album, by the way, is amazing. Powerful, emotional, lyrical, defiant, personal...wow.
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Old 06-23-2003, 01:44 PM   #83
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Cat People soundtrack in it's entirety [totally makes you want to mate with the sensitivity of a feline....]

Control by Puddle of Mud, preferably the acoustic version

Black #1 by Type O Negative [already covered but worth mentioning again, especially good for Halloween horniness]

I Touch Myself by Divinyls

Passion [entire sndtrk] by Peter Gabriel

Best of Motorhead

Best of John Lee Hooker

I could go on and on......
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Ya'll will think I am weird, but the songs that make me feel sexy and make me wanna lap dance naked on vicesboy are

Touch Peel and Stand by Days of the New
lyrics

Mouth by Bush
lyrics

Not an Addict by K's Choice
lyrics

Darling Nikki by Prince
lyrics

And a couple of Goth songs for some reason

This Corrosion by Sisters of Mercy (added bonus of being 13 minutes long!)
lyrics

Bloodletting by Concrete Blonde
lyrics
You can come to my house and lap dance naked anytime!! :notworthy:
I think I have all but the last two of those......

"Feel like makin' Love" - Bad Company
"Slide it in" - Whitesnake
"Rock Me" - Great White
"I want your sex" George Micheal
"Black Velevet" - Alana Miles (sp?)

There are others, but I need a cold shower now.....
-Lane
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Cool something for us old geezers

I'm totally unfamiliar with this new stuff.

"Because the Night" By BRUUUUUUCE.

Either Bruce's version or Patti Smith's, but Patti's is the classic.

"Dancing in the Dark" by Bruce

"Sunshine of your Love" was already mentioned.

"Love, Reign O'er Me" by the Who

Anything by Anonymous Four or The Tallis Scholars that's soothing. Polyphonic chant for those of us who find Gregorian too boring.

And if you want sick humor try "To Keep My Love Alive" by Rodgers & Hart, sung by the great Ella Fitzgerald.

Or "One More Minute" or "You Don't Love me Anymore" by Weird Al Yankovic.

My sweetie wrote one about his ex. Please mentally cue up the Everly Brothers doing "Let it Be Me" :

I curse the day I found you,
I wish to God I'd drowned you,
Seems like you've always,
You stuck it to me.

You ruined my credit rating,
While we were only dating,
Seems like forever,
You've stuck it to me.

Each time we meet, love
It's indiscreet, love
Out on the street, love
What would your price be?

You fudged on income taxes,
Now we must grind our axes,
Feels like forever,
You've stuck it to me.

Each time we meet love,
I'm indiscreet, love,
Out on the street, love,
what would your price be?

So take your sexist bullshit
Try seeing where it all fits
Seems like forever
You've stuck it to me.

Seems like forever
You've stuck it to me.

Original lyrics (c) 1992 Ray McLain.
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