The boots from this era are incredible, especially Dirty Paris. Prince made it cool to have a dirty mind!

I love this era, although seeing prince's bikini laced package so many times gives me a headache.

Spinzilla said:

I hear ya. It must be tough for some folks.

JoeTyler said:

Well to Possessed:the Rise and Fall of Prince by Alex Hahn, they did have a brief romantic liasion when she first joined the band. But that was the first and only time I heard that so who knows how credible it is. Just saying...

Partyup

We don't give a damn, we just wanna jam
Partyup (Partyup, got 2 partyup)
That army bag, such a double drag
Partyup (Partyup, got 2, got 2, got 2 partyup)

Party - got 2 party down, baby
Revolutionary rock ‘n' roll
Goin' Uptown, baby (Woo)
How U gonna make me kill somebody I don't even know?

They got the draft, ha ha, I just laugh
Partyup (Partyup, got 2 partyup)
Fightin' war is such a fuckin' bore
Partyup (Partyup, got 2, got 2, got 2 partyup)

Party - uh uh, got 2 party down, baby (Ooh)
It's all about what's in your mind
Goin' Uptown, baby (Woo)
I don't wanna die, I just wanna have a bloody good time

Partyup, got 2 partyup {x2}

Because of their half-baked mistakes
We get ice cream, no cake
All lies, no truth
Is it fair 2 kill the youth?
Partyup!

Got 2 partyup, yeah! - Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh {x4}
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

(Partyup, got 2 partyup) {repeat in BG}
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh
Got 2 partyup, yeah
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh
Got 2 party
Got 2 partyup
Ooh yes
Got 2 partyup, baby, ooh yeah
Revolutionary rock ‘n' roll
(Partyup, got 2 partyup) {x5}

(Partyup, got 2 partyup, baby) {repeat 2 lines in BG}
(Partyup, got 2 partyup, yeah)

U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!
I said we don't wanna fight no more
(U're gonna have 2 fight your own damn war)
Cuz we don't wanna fight no more!

© 1980 Ecnirp Music Inc. - BMI

Sometimes I miss Prince so very much.
I can only hope and pray he's in a better place than that pod-Prince he left us with.

Head

Remember when I met U, baby
U were on your way 2 be wed
U were such a sexy thing
I loved the way U walked, the things U said
And I was so nonchalant
I didn't want U 2 be misled
But I've gotta have U, baby
I gotta have U in my bed

And U said - "I'm just a virgin and I'm on my way 2 be wed
But U're such a hunk so full of spunk, I'll give U..."

CHORUS:
Head till U're burnin' up
Head till U get enough
Head till U're love is red
Head - love U till U're dead

U know U're good, girl
I think U like 2 go down
U wouldn't have stopped but ah...
I came on your wedding gown

And U said - "I must confess, I wanna get undressed and go 2 bed"
With that, I jammed
U fool, U married me instead!
Now morning, noon, and night I give U...

Head

© 1980 Ecnirp Music Inc. - BMI

SomewhereHereOnEarth said:

SUCH A SEXY RISKE era
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Possessed the Rise & Fall of Prince chapt 3 RUDE
p 39

Although the credits of Dirty Mind state that the album was written entirely by Prince (with the exception of the title track, which is attributed to him and Matt Fink), the compositional origins of tow of the album's eight songs have been questioned. For 'Partyup," it has been widely reported that the music(although not the lyrics) was written by longtime friend Morris Day, who played drums in Prince's first band. During the summer of 1980, Day played a groove he had recorded to Prince, who promptly wrote lyrics and re-tooled the song into Partyup. Prince approached Day with an offer:Either he would pay $10,000 for the song,or, alternatively, build a side project around Day. Day selected the latter option, which also gave Prince the opportunity, after the demise of the Rebels project, to find another outlet for the music flowing from him at a torrid pace.

I am sitting here watching the DM tour in Paris. Love it! Broken is a great track.

Gotta Broken Heart Again

I gotta broken heart again
Cuz my only supposed 2 be friend
U see he, he stole my old lady away from me
And now I'm just as blue as I can be

I gotta broken heart again
Cuz I ain't got no money 2 spend
U see I, I spent it all on a long distance phone call
Beggin' her 2 please come home, yeah

Ah yeah

It doesn't matter what I do
I can't stop, ah, thinkin' about U
The little things U said, the things U do 2 me in bed
Oh baby, I can't get U outta my head

Oh, gotta broken heart again, yeah
This time it's serious, it feels just like the end
Cuz once your love has gone away
There ain't nothin', nothin' left 2 say

© 1980 Ecnirp Music Inc. - BMI

The Rebels
Before Prince formed The Time, he considered using his backing band as a side-project called The Rebels. The 1979 project was a group effort, with songs being written and sung by the various members. Andre Cymone and Dez Dickerson each contributed material and a few numbers were sung by Gayle Chapman. Instead of making something that sounded similar to his R&B solo output, Prince wanted go into more rock elements of songs such like "I'm Yours" and "Bambi". The project was eventually shelved feeling that the whole thing sounded too generic,[1] but two of the songs composed by Prince were re-recorded and released much later: "If I Love U 2 Night" by Mica Paris (and later by Prince's wife-to-be Mayte Garcia) and "U" by Paula Abdul. The original Prince guide vocal for "If I Love U 2 Nite" appeared by mistake on the rare Mica Paris Stand for Love EP, of which only a handful exist.

Do It All Night

Pardon me, I wanna talk 2 U
I may be kinda shy but I just gotta tell U what I'm gonna do
Someone over there said he wants 2 get 2 know ya
I... I don't care cuz I really wanna hold ya
But I'm so scared cuz he might do something 2 U that U'd like

I've been waiting such a bloody long time
Just 2 get this close 2 U
Now that U're near me, I want U 2 hear me
And tell U what I wanna do

Oh, I wanna do it, do it all night
I wanna do it, do it 2 U right

Giving up so easy is something that I'd never do
But I'm so easy, so easy when it comes 2 loving U
Can't U understand that I wanna hug and kiss U?
I'll do anything I can just 2 give U happiness
And baby, drown, baby, drown, baby, in your arms
Come on, baby, can't U get 2 this?

I've been waiting such a bloody long time
And U been talking 2 someone else
Now that I've got your attention
There's something I wanna mention

I wanna do it, do it all night
I wanna do it, oh, do it 2 U right

Oh yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby

Do it all night
I... I wanna do it, yeah, do it 2 U right
Do it all night, I wanna do it, oh, do it all night
Gotta do U, baby, do it (oh no, oh yeah), do it 2 U right
I gotta, gotta do it, gotta do it, oh no, do it all night
Do it, gotta do it, gotta do it, oh yeah (oh no), do it 2 U right
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...
(Do it all night)
Oh no (Do it, baby, do it, baby, do it all night)
(Do it 2 U right)
Do it 2 U right, gotta do it

© 1980 Ecnirp Music Inc. - BMI

Thank you's to u both!!

HatrinaHaterwitz said:

lol pod

OUTTAKE
Thrill You Or Kill You

Call your ass up on the phone
Your momma tells me U ain't home
What the hell's wrong with U
U must think that I'm a fool
U gotta be crazy 4 playin' with my mind
I could kill U anytime

CHORUS:
One way or another, girl
I'm gonna make U mine
I'm gonna thrill U or kill U
I'm walkin' the line
One way or another girl
I'm gonna make U mine
I'm gonna thrill U or kill U
I'm walkin' the line

Took U out 2 eat one night
U ate up everything in site
Heaven knows I wanted 2 fight
When all I got was a kiss goodnight
Ooh, what a kisser
Your face could stop a clock
But I still love U, baby
I still wanna bust your clock
Hey, hey!

Sister

I was only 16 but I guess that's no excuse
My sister was 32, lovely and loose
She don't wear no underwear
She said it only gets in her hair
And it's got a funny way of stoppin' the juice

My sister never made love 2 anyone else but me
She's the reason 4 my, uh, sexuality
She showed me where it's supposed 2 go
A blowjob doesn't mean blow
Incest is everything it's said 2 be

Oh sister - don't put me on the street again
Oh sister - I just wanna be your friend

I was only 16 and only half a man
My sister didn't give a goddamn
She only wanted 2 turn me out
She'd take a whip 2 me until I shout
Oh motherfucker, she's a motherfucker, can't U understand?

Oh sister - don't put me on the street again
Oh sister - I just wanna be your friend

I know what U want me 2 do
Put me on the street and make me blue

Oh sister!
Oh sister!
Oh!

© 1980 Ecnirp Music Inc. - BMI

Love and lust in Minneapolis


DIRTY MIND
PRINCE
Warner Bros.


By Ken Tucker

Dirty Mind is a pop record of Rabelaisian achievement: entirely, ditheringly obsessed with the body, yet full of sentiments that please and provoke the mind. It also may be the most generous album about sex ever made by a man.

Like the good lovemaking he celebrates, Prince is both subtle and forceful. His voice is a high, tinkling soprano that curls into delicate squeals when he's excited and dips into a scratchy murmur when he's figuring out his next move. As if to offset the ingratiating hesitancy of his vocals and phrasing, Princes comes off like a cocky boy wonder. Just barely twenty, he's written, produced and played all the instruments on each of his three LPs.

Prince's first two collections (For You, Prince) established him as a doe-eyed romantic: i.e., his carnal desires were kept in check. Though the chorus of his first hit single was "Your love is soft and wet," the raunchiest interpretation permitted by its slightly damp melody was that perhaps the object of Prince's love had been caught in a sudden rainstorm. And while the song that made him a star, 1979's "I Wanna Be Your Lover," snuck the line "I wanna be the only one you come for" onto AM radio, the singer delivered it with such coy ignorance, as if feigning ignorance of what the words meant but confident they'd please his lover.

Nothing, therefore, could have prepared us for the liberating lewdness of Dirty Mind. Here, Prince lets it all hang out: the cover photograph depicts our hero, smartly attired in a trench coat and black bikini briefs, staring soberly into the camera. The major tunes are paeans to bisexuality, incest and cunniligual technique, each tucked between such sprightly dance raveups as "Partyup" and the smash single "Uptown." Throughout, Prince's melodies peel back layers of disco rhythm to insert slender, smooth funk grooves and wiggly, hard-rock guitar riffing. In his favorite musical trick, the artist contrasts a pumping, low-toned drum sound with a light, abrupt guitar or keyboard riff pitched as high as his voice (which is often double-tracked to emphasize its airiness). Though Prince is playing everything himself, the result isn't bloodless studio virtuosity. His music attains the warmth and inspiration of a group collaboration because it sounds as if he's constantly competing against himself: Prince the drummer tries to drown out Prince the balladeer, and so forth.

Dirty Mind jolts with the unsettled tension that arises from rubbing complex erotic wordplay against clean, simple melodies. Across this electric surface glides Prince's graceful quaver, tossing off lyrics with an exhilarating breathlessness He takes the sweet romanticism of Smokey Robinson and combines it with the powerful vulgate poetry of Richard Pryor. The result is cool music dealing with hot emotions.

At its best, Dirty Mind is absolutely filthy. Sex, with its lasting urges and temporary satisfactions, holds a fascination that drives the singer to extremes of ribald fantasy. "When I met you, baby/You were on your way to be wed" is how he begins "Head," a jittery rocker about the pleasures of oral sex. In Prince's wet dream, no woman is forced to do anything she doesn't want to do: her lust always matches her cocksman's. As the guitar groove of "Head" winds tighter and tighter, Prince brings off the young bride in a quick interlude en route to join her fiancé at the altar. She is more than eager to return the favor. By the time Prince yelps, "You wouldn't have stopped/But I came on your wedding gown," the entire album has climaxed in more ways than one. This is lewdness cleansed by art, with joy its socially redeeming feature. Dirty Mind may be dirty, but it certainly isn't pornographic.

Somehow Prince manages to be both blunt and ambiguous -- and occasionally just dreamily confusing. "When You Were Mine" (in which the line "I used to let you wear all my clothes" is offered as proof of a man's devotion) blithely condones infidelity of the most brazen sort -- "I never cared.../When he was there/Sleepin' in between the two of us" -- as long as the artist can be sure that the woman continues to love only him. Yet in "Sister," Prince notes that his female sibling is responsible for his bisexuality, a word whose syllables he draws out with a lascivious relish. Little more than a brisk pop-funk riff, "Sister" forces the pace, making it build, until the singer finally blurts out a jabbering confession: "Incest is everything it's said to be." What can you do with a guy like this?

Love him, obviously. If Prince indulges his appetites with a bold and lusty vigor, his pleasure is always dependent upon his partner's satisfaction. In a reversal of the usual pop-song aesthetic, the artist's crisp, artfully constructed compositions are a metaphor for the care and consideration that inform the lovemaking detailed in his lyrics.

Less obviously, Prince deserves our admiration. Though Dirty Mind is an undeniably appositive title, the LP might just as accurately have been called Prince Confronts the Moral Majority: except for "Uptown," "Partyup" and the loping "Gotta Broken Heart Again," none of Dirty Mind could make it onto the most liberal radio-station playlists these days. In a time where Brooke Shields' blue-jeaned backside provokes howls of shock and calls for censorship from mature adults, Prince's sly wit -- intentionally coarse -- amounts to nothing less than an early, prescient call to arms against the elitist puritanism of the Reagan era. Let Prince have the last word: "White, black, Puerto Rican/Everybody's just a-freakin'."

ROLLING STONE, FEBRUARY 19, 1981

Spinzilla said:

yeah it is unlikely I'd have been a fan if this was when I discovered him. Thank god he had some pants on in the LRC videos