Vacation, all I ever wanted. Vacation, had to get away…
Now Little Bo Peep cold lost her sheep. And Rip Van Winkle fell the hell asleep. And Alice chilling somewhere in Wonderland. Jack’s serving Jill a bucket in his hand. And Jam Master Jay’s making all that sound. The turntables might wobble, but they don’t fall down…
I’ve hung on, I have edged around this narrow ledge since the day I was born in 1975…
There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing…
Not sure how advanced the technology is behind Apple Music’s personal stations, but the David Kingsbury channel this morning played an Atmosphere song (which I hadn’t heard in a long time), followed by Quarterflash, a song from Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album, Steely Dan and Robert Palmer. Hmm…
By the time you hear the next pop, the funk shall be within you…
You oughta see your face, you oughta hear your voice. Last time I was here, I wouldn’t turn around…
I’ve seen the rains of the real world come forward on the plain. I’ve seen the Kansas of your sweet little myth…
I was singin’ like a stone in Red Wing, Minnesota. In a bar called Kelly’s right next to the train…
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round. With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin’ the calliope crashed to the ground…
Think I’d go back to where I’m from, I can stumble out of here. At least in Minnesota, they don’t run and hide this time of year…
Good evening. This is your pilot Prince speaking. You are flying aboard the Seduction 747…