"I might be past my expiration date, but still I adore you..." - LION OF JUDAH

It's funny - both ha-ha and weird. After almost two decades of flatlining egowank, rainbowless, treasureless repitition & recycling, vile stillborn hip-hop pastiches and a walled-in mindset oblivious to the universal law of diminishing returns - Prince Nelson admits what even the hardest of the die-hards has suspected - he's a lonely man who feels old and out of touch.

"Looking for the energy to take u there/The places u wanna go/Know if I do you will fool me again and the press will turn it into a show." - LION OF JUDAH

Yet, it's in these lines I fall for the guy again. Maybe it's the odd, quivering vocal inflection or the plantiff, castaway spirit of the melody carrying this actual true, honest lyric. No assertations that he's the muthafukin' bezt, that he's the Daddy Pop, the true King of Music.

N
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Here, he finally admits he's a bit lost. The words also convey his need to know the people listening to his music understand the effort it takes to craft - and more importantly, why he still does it. Wow, seimesic!
The fans also thirsting for the cartoon persona the press portray come in for a lace-sleeved swipe, the swine, even them, the bastard, blind to his pearls. How care they question this cartoon, one dimentional persona he is only too willing to play, trade upon and exploit. Pimp. The Conflict - he knows what we want, what we expect, what we crave. Yes - the child and suckle urge in him wants to deliver, but an impish bellyminddemon - borne of deep insecurity - hoodwinks his better nature, continually persuding him to flip the lid on expectation and confound all and sundry - even himself. He'll never give you what you want. Ask for it and you'll get a grin and the clackety-clack of his heels as he walks away. And you'll be looking at his ass while he does, straight or gay. He'll die a tease.

"Sitting on the floor in an all white room/Feeling like the colour blue.." - LION OF JUDAH

It's no coincidence these words are sung over a chord sequence and guitar tone immediately calling to mind Purple Rain, the albatross which has inhibited his musical growth & freeze-framed his public persona since 1984. Mix the colours white and blue, you get purple. He purges this sacred cow here, similar to Kurt Cobain exorcising Teen Spirit (both song and actual) in Rape Me.

"I guess I should be happy but Im not sure if u really love me."

Doubt.

Then of course.

The theory's blown apart like a Palestine marketplace by the triumpalist, ego-wanking chorus about how great and better than everyone else he is and always will be. He believes his struggles to be Biblical to future perception. From egoless verse to cock-waving chorus. Oh, and white and blue don't make purple. Sometimes making things up and fronting like you know better can fool a lot of people into thinking you're talking a higher sense when you're not. This post was a nasty-hearted experiment in language.

I went through all of that while reading your post. Anyway, can't wait to listen to the song now.

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