So, I did a thing to celebrate the Genius of Prince for his 60th Birthday using his song titles.
Ode to Prince
Yes, I Gotta Broken Heart Again, because I Can't Make U Love Me. I should Dance On, think about Dinner with Dolores, but this is a Condition of The Heart.
I wish U heaven, Emancipation, Everyday Winding Roads, a Good Life, really. You see I Feel For You. Yes, I Can't Stop This Feeling I Got. But 4 The Tears In Your Eyes, we should be 2gether. If Eye was the Man in Ur Life and you were Forever in My Life, we would have Good Love, One Kiss At The Time as we Play in The Sunshine. Your love is like 3 Chains O' Gold, wrapped about me. Hello. Baby, Call My Name, you Most Beautiful Girl in The World.
It is Undisputed. When You Were Mine, this was the Greatest Romance Ever Sold. But now you Tell Me How U Wanna B Done?
Sweet Baby, Beautiful One, I should have seen this in a Crystal Ball, but I was Courting Time, waiting for the Dream Factory to Start.
I close my eyes. It's So Dark. I see the Slave I've become. I'm So Blue. So Dark is my world. My Soul Sanctuary holds too much Purple Rain, too much Hallucination Rain, too much Pink Cashmere. For The Rest of My Life, I will remember when we went to Hollywood, how the Housequake sent me spinning with you Under the Cherry Moon. It was a New Power Day. I should Release it, these feels, this Reflection--all the how it was When I Was Your Girlfriend. But the hope that you will be Right Back Here In My Arms is Insatiable.
No Escape. I'm Face Down in my denial. I Hate U. I truly want to you, Partyman, you Nasty Girl. But I can't. I can't even drive away in my Little Red Corvette.
So goodbye again. This is my Last Heart. It must stand for truth.
So even now with the Illusion, the Coma Pimp and Circumstance gone, I'm still Dreaming About You. I think of our Slow Love and Silly Games, and that time with the The Morning Papers and The Ladder. La La La He He Hee. We both know La La La Means I Love You.
Damn U, Darling Nikki. I crossed that Graffiti Bridge just thinking of us. I Wanna Melt With U, Die 4 U. Hello, you Hot Thing. Come On. I know. I know. Call The Law for it is a crime to forgo The Screams of Passion, this love that Still Would Stand All Time.
Shhh, I know now I Can't Make U Love Me. No Wedding Feast for us. It's Wasted Kisses. We Gets Up and go our separate ways, no Sensual Everafter. No Joy in Repetition. No Comeback. So there is no Righting the Wrong. I will Release It like I toss my Raspberry Beret in the air.