"The Way You Like It" - Adema
Wow, this one came out of nowhere. I can't even tell you what I'm thinking about. If I was still in my Broadcasting class I'd just create a montage to tell this story. All I know is at the time of this song I was trying to be something I wasn't, but it wasn't all fake. In doing so I found a passion for things I would never have tried otherwise. I did a lot of mom & pop interviews, visited hole-in-the wall venues, looked at "ugly" art, and got into the minds of artists whose work often didn't make sense to people. The real me would've been hesitant to dig deeper and look closer. The real me was better on paper than in person. But I couldn't be me if I wanted to get the context to fill these pages. And it was only the art I truly enjoyed and believed in that became my favorite pieces of work.
As I sit here and reminisce about these wonderful moments of my life, one particular interview sprang to mind. It was at a Carrows restaurant in South Pasadena with a vibrant woman named Raquel Salinas. She was scheduled to perform a one-woman, controversial show called Heat Your Own in my college's Student Union and I wanted to get to know her before watching her talents take the stage. It was over coffee that I learned she too, was a writer. She wrote from what she knew and what she lived through. So I knew what I was about to see wasn't going to be make-believe at all. And had I not known this going in, I would've been cynical about the whole experience and not truly feel the pain that she portrayed with each individual character she introduced to her audience.
I pulled out her article I wrote back in 2001 and here's what stuck out to me the most: "Salinas wanted to demonstrate how violent rape is. It is not a sex act; it is a force of power and the effects of it. She wanted to feel it, to feel how someone is taking over her. She wanted the audience to feel that invasion." This part is dear to me because Raquel shared with me her true story of being a rape survivor. Although it was a painful part of her past, she shared it was no longer a secret. To her, talking about it was her way of coping. And so I knew it was genuine. Her character wasn't really a character. It was her and it was beautiful.
I miss this. I miss hearing such stories and witnessing extreme talent. I miss putting myself out there in hopes that someone would invite me in. I miss it because I was rarely turned away. I miss it because these stories are amazing. And this song (of all songs) is what sparked me to remember the person I truly miss: The Writer in me.
Lyrics:
I'll get inside you
I'll get inside you
Don't live with shame, 'cause feelings change but fame remains
The reason why you're gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same up in this game, the people change
And money claims everyone from everything
I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you can see right through the greed and all your needs
You realize that you were just about as bad as me
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
My life has changed but fuck the fame, I'll stay the same
You can't complain when you can pay the bills and do your thing
Appreciate, don't player hate, congratulate
I miss the pain and the torment that you put me through
(I'll get inside you)
So what's to fear when everything is crystal clear
You realize that you should do the things you wanna do
Don't give in to what people say, don't be ashamed
To separate the feelings on your mind you can't sedate
(I'll get inside you)
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
You would always say I'd never be shit
They would always say I'd never be shit
But look at me now, look at me now
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay
The way you like it
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
(I'll get inside you)
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(The way you like it)
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Wow, this one came out of nowhere. I can't even tell you what I'm thinking about. If I was still in my Broadcasting class I'd just create a montage to tell this story. All I know is at the time of this song I was trying to be something I wasn't, but it wasn't all fake. In doing so I found a passion for things I would never have tried otherwise. I did a lot of mom & pop interviews, visited hole-in-the wall venues, looked at "ugly" art, and got into the minds of artists whose work often didn't make sense to people. The real me would've been hesitant to dig deeper and look closer. The real me was better on paper than in person. But I couldn't be me if I wanted to get the context to fill these pages. And it was only the art I truly enjoyed and believed in that became my favorite pieces of work.
As I sit here and reminisce about these wonderful moments of my life, one particular interview sprang to mind. It was at a Carrows restaurant in South Pasadena with a vibrant woman named Raquel Salinas. She was scheduled to perform a one-woman, controversial show called Heat Your Own in my college's Student Union and I wanted to get to know her before watching her talents take the stage. It was over coffee that I learned she too, was a writer. She wrote from what she knew and what she lived through. So I knew what I was about to see wasn't going to be make-believe at all. And had I not known this going in, I would've been cynical about the whole experience and not truly feel the pain that she portrayed with each individual character she introduced to her audience.
I pulled out her article I wrote back in 2001 and here's what stuck out to me the most: "Salinas wanted to demonstrate how violent rape is. It is not a sex act; it is a force of power and the effects of it. She wanted to feel it, to feel how someone is taking over her. She wanted the audience to feel that invasion." This part is dear to me because Raquel shared with me her true story of being a rape survivor. Although it was a painful part of her past, she shared it was no longer a secret. To her, talking about it was her way of coping. And so I knew it was genuine. Her character wasn't really a character. It was her and it was beautiful.I miss this. I miss hearing such stories and witnessing extreme talent. I miss putting myself out there in hopes that someone would invite me in. I miss it because I was rarely turned away. I miss it because these stories are amazing. And this song (of all songs) is what sparked me to remember the person I truly miss: The Writer in me.
Lyrics:
I'll get inside you
I'll get inside you
Don't live with shame, 'cause feelings change but fame remains
The reason why you're gonna wanna take me home tonight
It's all the same up in this game, the people change
And money claims everyone from everything
I can't believe that you would think that shit of me
I was amazed at the torment that you put me through
If you can see right through the greed and all your needs
You realize that you were just about as bad as me
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
My life has changed but fuck the fame, I'll stay the same
You can't complain when you can pay the bills and do your thing
Appreciate, don't player hate, congratulate
I miss the pain and the torment that you put me through
(I'll get inside you)
So what's to fear when everything is crystal clear
You realize that you should do the things you wanna do
Don't give in to what people say, don't be ashamed
To separate the feelings on your mind you can't sedate
(I'll get inside you)
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
You would always say I'd never be shit
They would always say I'd never be shit
But look at me now, look at me now
Now you're beggin' me to stay
I'll get inside you
Now you're beggin' me to stay
The way you like it
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
Sometimes I only remember the days when I was young
(I'll get inside you)
Nowadays no one remembers when they were young and stupid
(The way you like it)
Come on baby help me, someone to confide in
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(I'll get inside you)
Now you're beggin' me to stay
(The way you like it)
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/adema/thewayyoulikeit.html
http://wallpapers.free-review.net/84__Adema_-_Everyone.htm
http://www.lasculturas.com/aa/aa040201b.htm
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