Man, I hope his peoiiple don't come after me. I loved him, I loved his music. I made out with so many girls while his stuff was playing. Purple Rain. The Beautiful Ones. I played "Controversy" over and over and over and over.
Here's one for you. True story.
It's 1986. Been trying to get back into music and figure out what the hell is going on for 2 years. I'm barely 18. Sitting in outside in Los Angeles in a cafe in Beverly Hills, pouring my heart out to a friend, probably a cute girl. Having a coffee, enjoying the day.
I'm talking about music, and about how difficult it is tryign to write hits and please the public and all that. About how crummy the music business is and how f'ed over I've been by my record company.
it's all true, and a pretty good rap for creating sympathy with the hot girl. But I'm seriously frustrated by all of this.
Since I'm 18, I'm pretty self-involved, and not really paying attention to much of what's going on around me, or who's around me or any of that.
But I am really struggling inside. How do you create something that's good? That pleases the public? That pleases yourself?
And as I'm working through all of that, I smell flowers and citrus wafting by. Even over the L.A. smog and magnolias.
I look up, and it's Prince. I guess he was sitting nearby and overheard something. Somehow, even dressed in whatever crazy suit he was wearing, he managed to be inconspicuous. Being tiny helps.
Anyhow, I sense he's there and I turn and look. He looks me straight in the eye, and says in that sort of low-voiced drawl of his "You don't ALWAYS have to give them what they want", and then he turns and walks away, vanishing into the L.A. day.
I'm not sure if he was talking to the hot girl or me, and if he meant it about people or fans or what, but it was the perfect thing to say, on that perfect day.
Now I'm sitting here in the dark, again, drinking, again, playing his records over and over. I just don't want to believe it's true.
WTF universe. This is not cool, not cool at all. Bring him back right now.
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,
Just after I'd wiped away his last tear
I guess he's better off than he was before,
A whole lot better off than the fools he left here
I used to cry for Tracy because he was my only friend
Those kind of cars don't pass you every day
I used to cry for Tracy because I wanted to see him again,
But sometimes, sometimes life ain't always the way
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never-ending,
All good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year,
A time for lovers holding hands in the rain
Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears
Always cry for love, never cry for pain
He used to say so strong I'm not afraid to die
Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized
Now, staring at his picture I realize
No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never-ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there
I know that he has found another friend
Maybe he's found the answer to all the April snow
Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never-ending,
But all good things, they say, never last
All good things, they say, never last
And love, it isn't love until it's past
