The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess is Hollanov’s Album
Please, step into my office…
A song about abandoning heteronormativity for the king of heteronormativity, Shane Hollander.
Alternately, a song for when Rose Landry decides to stop dating gay boys and give gay girls a try.
Shane’s three moods in Vegas are are (in order): choked up, face down, and burnt out.
I just wanna get to know ya / Guess I didn't quite think it through / Fell in love with the thought of you / Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out
A bi clubbing anthem for my bi clubbing king Ilya Rozanov.
'Cause after midnight / I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the club lights / I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend if you don't mind / I love a little drama, let's start a bar fight
These clowns cannot keep their hands to themselves long enough to talk about anything. They’re also both deluding themselves into thinking they can break this off. Situationship era, this songs for you.
Nowhere else is safe, every place leads back to your place
You said, "Baby, no attachment" / But we're / Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out / Is it casual now?
Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl
This one’s actually for Rose and Svetlana. The first verse is just Rose during the club scene and you can’t convince me otherwise.
Uh-huh, I'm through / With all these hyper mega-bummer boys like you / Oh, yeah, I need / A super graphic ultra-modern girl like me
A hot banger for hot people. Ilya tries to seduce Shane with the dance. Much to Shane’s chagrin, it works.
And baby, don't you like this beat? / I made it so you'd sleep with me / It's like a hundred ninety-nine degrees / When you're doing it with me, doing it with me
Fans are making edits to this song of Montreal absolutely eating shit after trading away Hollander while the Cens go on a generational cup run.
Wishing you the best in the worst way / Using your distress as foreplay…/ It's hot when you're drinking downtown / And you're getting called out 'cause you're running your mouth
A beautiful, horny, pining ballad. Perfect for the situationship era or the long distance era.
Do you picture me like I picture you? / Am I in the frame from your point of view? / Do you feel the same? I'm too scared to say / Half of the things I do when I picture you
Here we go again / Everything is fine / I guess we could pretend / We didn't cross a line / But ever since that day / Everything has changed
This song is so fucking Ilya Rozanov coded. He is a Pink Pony Girl! He is disappointing his parent! He is dancing at the club! He misses a family and a homeland that would never accept him!
Every night's another reason why I left it all… / Don't think I've left you all behind / Still love you and Tennessee, you're always on my mind / And Mama, every Saturday / I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying /"God, what have you done? / You're a pink pony girl, and you dance at the club," oh, Mama / I'm just having fun / On the stage in my heels, it's where I belong…
Was gonna dedicate this one to Skip or to Roselana (again) but actually… this one is for the gym scene <3
Don't touch, I'll never cross the line / So I pushed you down a million times / I'd love if you knew you were on my mind / Constant like cicadas in the summertime
Another Ilya Rozanov anthem. This song would be perfect for an AU in which Ilya returns to Russia/the KHL. However, I think it also fits the Sochi Olympics.
Thought I'd be cool in California / I'd make you proud / To think I almost had it going / But I let you down / Too hard to find reasons to stay / Even true love could not persuade
Some good boys do bad things too…
I want this like a cigarette / Can we drag it out and never quit? / And oh my god, you are heaven sent / With your dirty mind, yeah, you're perverted / You give me guilty, guilty pleasure
This song isn’t on the album, but it gets an honorable mention for my comphet king Shane Hollander. He really put Ilya (and himself) through the wringer. These lyrics are for Ilya enduring both the situationship from hell and the closet…
I don't wanna call it off / But you don't wanna call it love / You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"…/ Think I'm gonna call it off / Even if you call it love / I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"
