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		<title>Final Six: The Six Best Cock-Rock/Chick-Rock Songs</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey, Skid Row, man, it’s Chris, how are you? What? Oh, I’m fine, thanks. Nah, no, I’ve really been a stranger lately. ]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em><a href="http://www.revolvermag.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/chris.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-15213" title="Chris Krovatin" src="http://www.revolvermag.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/chris.jpg" alt="Chris Krovatin" width="73" height="73" /></a>Chris Krovatin is the author of two young adult novels, </em>Heavy Metal &amp; You <em>and</em> Venomous. <em>He is currently working on multiple new writing projects, as well as new material with his local New York metal band Flaming Tusk. He is a contributing writer for</em> Revolver <em>and generally comes off as a good-natured pain in everyone’s collective ass.</em></p>
<p>Hey, Skid Row, man, it’s Chris, how are you? What? Oh, I’m fine, thanks. Nah, no, I’ve really been a stranger lately. What? Well, yeah, that’s why I’m calling&#8230; Come on, man, don’t be like that. So, yeah, OK, <em>yes</em>, some people have seen me around town with Bjork, but it’s not&#8230; No, look, it’s <em>not about you</em>! She’s just helping me sort some personal shit out, OK? It’s hard, just booting and rallying over and over, buying all these tight jeans and gold chains—sometimes I just have to sigh in a warehouse apartment somewhere, OK? She’s really cool and ethereal—if you met her, you’d probably get…Well, maybe not. What—no, dude, wait. Skid Row, please—hey. <em>Hey</em>. Listen. What about tonight—are you busy? No? Let’s meet up at Freddy’s, man. We’ll crush a few brews and dominate the jukebox. You know you’re my one and only.</p>
<p>As a metalhead, I love some big, riffy, dick-swinging, face-punching cock rock. Nothing gets me more jacked up that a wailing guitar, a thick and simple drum beat, and a spandex-clad madman singing about driving fast and hunting strange. But as a human being, I can’t deny that you gotta get in touch with you feminine side. I’m serious—any dude who lives too long without getting his sobs out becomes a hideous zombie beyond saving (what up, Diamond Dave!). So for those independent women who want to get shirtless and disgusting, and for those crotch-grabbing party animals who need to cry in a huge T-shirt, I present by Six Best Cock-Rock and Chick-Rock Songs. And I’m talking <em>chick rock</em>—no L7, no Kittie, no Hole. Straight-up OG singer-songwriter Lilith Fair shit.</p>
<p><strong>The Six Best Cock-Rock Songs:</strong></p>
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<li><strong>Guns N&#8217; Roses, “My Michelle”</strong> Unlike GN’R’s many songs about boozing, using, and coozin’, “My Michelle” focuses on that one chick you can’t leave alone, that undeniable bad girl who will rock your world every time (provided you pay for the drink and drugs). She drives her friends crazy with her life’s insanity. You know that chick.</li>
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<li><strong>Warrant, “Cherry Pie”</strong> The old ways are best. For instance, sex is good, but teenage sneaking-around counting-the-seconds sex is better. Hence, “Cherry Pie,” the world’s most recognizable war cry for bad behavior. It don’t mean a thing if you ain’t got that swing.</li>
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<li><strong>Mötley Crüe, “Too Young To Fall In Love”</strong> A good cock-rock song always has an awesome riff behind it, and this slow, death-march riff is one of the Crüe’s best forays into macho muscle-flashing. Throw this on your headphones when walking through midtown New York—people will be darting aside to avoid your giant balls.</li>
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<li><strong>Great White, “Rock Me”</strong> Not your typical cock-rock anthem, “Rock Me” takes its time, building into an awesome fist-pumping chorus that details the art of begging a chick to ride you until you cough up a lung. Gotta gives these guys props: song-writing is a 10, even if pyrotechnics is a 2.</li>
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<li><strong>W.A.S.P., “Animal (Fuck Like A Beast)”</strong> What else is there to say? Blackie Lawless scared the Hell out of second lady Tipper Gore with this song, and why not? It&#8217;s about the sex you never want your mother to know you have, the one involving all that leather stuff and rope in your nightstand drawer. Just, agree with me that when you lick your chops, they&#8217;re <em>TAAASTING GOOOOOOOD.</em></li>
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<li><strong>Jackyl, “She Loves My Cock”</strong> What—WHY ARE YOU READING THIS? You saw the title! You know where this is going.</li>
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<p><strong>The Six Best Chick-Rock Songs:</strong></p>
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<li><strong>The Story, “The Gilded Cage”</strong> Fronted by Lilith Fair veteran Jonatha Brook, the Story played intense emotional acoustic chick rock. But they, or at least Brook, had not time for bullshit religion. “The Gilded Cage” is as anti-church as any Deicide song, and utilizes some heartbreaking minor chords to boot. You might’ve <em>lied</em>…</li>
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<li><strong>Alanis Morisette, “A Man”</strong> While Alanis’ “You Oughtta Know” is the anthem to pissed-off chicks everywhere, “A Man” is her masculine anthem, told from the point of view of an intelligent modern man confronting his vilification at the hands of our world’s FemiNazis. A smart and intelligent role reversal by Canada’s second-most important export. (Sorry, Alanis, Devin Townsend wins the trophy.)</li>
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<li><strong>Tori Amos, “Strong Black Vine”</strong> Does your frau like to get kinky in the bedroom, but isn’t a big fan of Danzig and Blackie Lawless? This bass-heavy, wryly-sung tribute to unorthodox lovemaking in the face of Christian society will get her in the right mood. And come on—this chick covered “Raining Blood.” She’s legit.</li>
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<li><strong>Melissa Etheridge, “I’m the Only One”</strong> Not only does this song have a big, hard, southern rock guitar line at its center, but the lyrics come from the heart of a truly <em>metal </em>chick, calmly explaining how hard she would blow your mind compared to the ditzy cashier you’re now bedding. Let’s be honest: Your girlfriend <em>likes</em> you, but Melissa Etheridge does that thing with her tongue.</li>
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<li><strong>Fiona Apple, “Slow Like Honey”</strong> In both its subject matter and flavor, this song is not terribly metal, but, and I mean this,<em> it will get you laid</em>. I’m serious—this sultry, grinding, <em>bestial</em> lust song should be on every Valentine’s Day mix you ever make. It rules, every time. For once in your life, <em>trust me, bro</em>.</li>
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<li><strong>Joan Baez, “Diamonds and Rust”</strong> Yeah, it’s a heartbreaking story of confronting a lost lover. But after its creation, it was <em>a Judas Priest song</em>. You’ve got nothing on this.</li>
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