"Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon

I see her every once in a while. Nevermind how I met her. She doesn't show all that much interest in touching me, but sometimes she'll let me make love to her. I wouldn't mind waking up next to her every morning. Instead, I'm stuck desperately trying to play it cool, to pretend I'm less interested than she is. I suppose I could make some grand romantic gesture and try to win her over. But her mother wants her to be with me, so she probably won't.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RHczpn-Jno

"Like a Hurricane" by Neil Young & Crazy Horse

I headed to Seoul for the weekend. Alone, ten thousand kilometres from home, from the people I loved, I decided to spend my Saturday night getting drunk in the sleazy expat neighbourhood of Itaewon.

"Just Can't Get Enough" by Depeche Mode

The kitchen was, in my opinion, the toughest job at camp.  The long hours on your feet, the heat, the cramped quarters with the same people, the cleaning, the dishwashing, and (probably the worst part) the isolation from the rest of the camp. I spent my first half week there, after which it was decided that I was better at other things, which is fortunate, because otherwise I probably wouldn't have stuck around for as long as I did.

In other words, I kinda hated working in the kitchen.

"Jump Around" by House of Pain

We went to our high school dances. Bought tickets for five bucks in the cafeteria at lunch. Got dressed up in our most fashionable clothes. Withstood frisking by eleventh graders. Got inside and sat on the stairs.

Our teachers, looking terribly out of place in their role as chaperones, walked around in the dark and tried to keep an eye on things. The girls did their best to look gorgeous, and usually succeeded. They wore makeup, tight clothes, showed a lot more flesh than they could during the day. The boys grabbed their asses, grinded with them on the dance floor, made out with them behind the lockers. But we just sat on the stairs.