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…
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…
Have you lost your brain marbles, babe?
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…
He was the kind of old-school tech lawyer who didn’t need a LinkedIn profile and was also the kind of clean operator who you couldn’t find on a police blotter or a mug shot site…
The road is narrow and long. When eyes meet eyes and the feeling is strong, I turn away from the wall. I stumble and fall, but I give you it all…
In the honey time of youth, when the wind had sweet breath. When the rent was way down, I would haul for no man…
…in the city it’s a pity ’cause we just can’t hide. Tinted windows don’t mean nothin’, they know who’s inside…
Big bright moon over old St. Paul. Heart and bones. I met you when the apples fell. Heart and bones…
Update: Microsoft confirms all of Satya’s apes are gone.
Well, I ain’t on the left. And I ain’t on the right. I ain’t even sure, I got a dog in this fight…
The wind blew some luck in my direction. I caught it in my hands today…
I’ve never grown old before. I’m doing it for the first time, and I’m not sure that I’ll do it right…
Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving, and revolving at nine hundred miles an hour…
I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?