BEFORE HE CREATED THE MUSIC, HE LIVED EVERY BIT OF IT

(pō′ĭ-trē)

the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative, or elevated thoughts.

I love seperating those parts in songs that sound like poetry, raps or spoken word pieces within.

Always a deep view into Prince vision of Uptown/Paisley Park

"Don't say that no man has ever tasted your ice cream
Baby, U're the purple star of the night supreme
U'll always be a virgin
4 no man deserves your love
I only pray that when U dream
I'm the one U dream of
I pray that when U dream
U dream of how we kiss
Not with our lips, but with our souls
Stop me if I bore U
Why is it that I think we'd be so good in bed?
Can U hear me?
Why do I love U so much?
It's so strange, I'm more comfortable around U when I'm naked
Can U hear me?
I wonder if U have any mercy, don't torture me"

"When it comes 2 U, I'm automatic, baby
There's no one else like me
I'm the best U'll ever find
No one else could understand U
U're 2 complex
They say nothing's perfect
But they don't know U
It's automatic 2
Can U hear me?

Honey, I'm so addicted 2 your pleasure
I'm addicted 2 your pain
It's automatic
Automatically insane
Undress me

Fasten your seat belts
Prepare 4 takeoff

I can dream of how U kissed me
Not with your lips, but with your soul
With U I'm never bored
Talk 2 me some more
I can hear U"

I'm going 2 have 2 torture U now

Dig if u will the picture - of u and I engaged in a kiss. The sweat of your body covers me.

Can u picture this, my darling?

An ocean of violets engulf our persons.

A bird screams.

At 1st, I think it's u and u thought it was me.

Oh, if only violets could talk.

Insecurities.

Do u know who u are?

Then it doesn't matter who screamed 1st.

Did it matter who ate of the apple 1st?

The end result was negative.

Can u pass me the pepper?

Why, because u told me salt was bad 4 me.

I thought u liked eggs.

I thought u liked me.

Well, eggs are the only thing I can make besides a baby.

Why do u look at me like that?

What are u thinking?

I know u better than u think I do.

There's this purple suspicion that lurks in the anals of my mind that u and I are alike in more ways than 6.

Can u relate?

oh yeah?

Then what's the difference between a beautiful man and an ugly man with money?

Nothing - as far as you're concerned.

Do u still want 2 spend the night? Good.

Come on. U said u would wash my hair.

Shall we go swimming 1st? U can't swim. Wonderful.

"I'll teach u 2 swim, I'll teach u 2 try, I'll teach u 2 laugh, but not 2 cry.

I'll teach u 2 trust me when u think I lie, I'll teach u 2 love me until we die."

It's from a song I wrote.

Do u believe that?

U do?

Well, I lied.

I just made it up.

Pretty good, huh.

It's not nice 2 lie.

I think we're on the right track.

Shall I wash u 1st or shall u wash me?

For all of us

Life is death without adventure

and adventure only comes 2 those

who are... will 2 be daring and 2 take chances

I just want 2 thank first of all God

and all of the American public

my band Wendy Lisa Matt Mark & Bobby

and all the staff at Warner Brothers

and Dick Clark and all of U here tonight

and I just want... I don't know

I'm very thankful 2 be here

I'm very thankful 4 all of u

Good night

a very early image inside Paisley Park 1987 the day THE LINE was recorded

The Line is an unreleased song recorded on 22 December 1987 (six days after Dance On, during a stretch of sessions focused on the Lovesexy album). It was written in response to a poem by Ingrid Chavez which Prince had recorded with her earlier in the month, entitled Cross The Line. The Line was included on an early version of the album, compiled on 21 January 1988, but was omitted from an acetate made on 27 January 1987.

-PrinceVault

"Cross the Line

Go 2 School
Get a Job
U can rule
while I'm tending

the garden

I would tend your flowers

How general would it B

by works we speak
funk me

Would taste so beautiful
and smell so sweet

I'll lick your body

from your head 2 your feet

say the sings I want 2 hear
U can be my dame
I'll B your sheik
And your legs

your lover,

your slave the way U B

The reason U keep him

your tongue

your kind

U love it

Suck your man

2 understand

I love U
Cause God gave U 2 me

so 4 ever I will B

your fantasy

I know U R there

Can U feel me?

Cross the Line"

I haven't lost my desire
I wouldn't beg U
Instead of playin' deduction of what 2 do
They called me rude often
When I called their hand
They judged me and told me that we're through
"Why can't U be like the others?"
I cried out over and again
"Why can't U learn 2 play by the rules?"
But maybe at last it's the end
Because I am not like others
I'm unique in the respect I'm not U
I know in my heart I would try 2 love U
I wouldn't try 2 hurt U despite all the ways U try 2 hurt me
U call me a fraud, an uncaring wretch
But I'm an artist and my only aim is 2 please
Between U and yours, myself and mine
Isn't life cruel enough without cruel words, cruel words?
U see, words are like shoes
They're just something 2 stand on
I wish U could be in my shoes
But they're probably so high, U'd fall off and die
4 U words are definitely not shoes
They're weapons and tools of destruction
And your time is boring unless U're putting something down
What would life be if we believed what we read
And a smile is just hiding a frown?
Come now, isn't life a little better with a pair of good shoes?