I must go punch that baby…
Lost in the tunnel and the tunnel’s getting funneled. Like the sewage in the plumbing, ’cause we left the fucking water running…
Trust me, I have magical foresight. You gon’ see me sleepin’ in courtside. You gon’ see me eatin’ ten more times…
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions. And rainbows have nothing to hide…
You know the song by Phil Collins, “In the Air of the Night” about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin’ but didn’t, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga and your horse naturally won. Then you flew your Learjet up to Nova Scotia, to see the total eclipse of the sun…
So, so you think you can tell. Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
And I’m scared shitless of what’s coming next. I’m scared shitless, these angels I see in the trees are waiting for me…
If ‘boiling the oceans to run the server farms’ isn’t number one on your ‘existential risks to humanity posed by Al’ then you can stop talking about existential risks to humanity forever thanks…
This here rap’s about the true confession. If you listen close, you ’bout to learn a lesson. You must know failure before success…
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…