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[Verse 1] The news…. North, East, West, South Hard core Honky tonk of St. Louis Jimi Hendrix soundings and rebounding The cool slick slide of Chicago Bop The suave and sexiness of Motown The soft winds of a desert breeze The horns, the piano and drums Feeling astronomical, intergalactic The sound of sounds charming snakes The news… North, East, West, South The swiftness and elegance if a magic carpet ride Veiled women teasing and tantalizing from the Outer fringes of the market place A sharp crisp military strut Little drummer boys playing with big drums Innocent flirtations of the big band sound Some astral traveling. Blues and funk gone amok Some Broadway and Hollywood sound Tracking down… the truth of this beginning How did it come to be The News… North, East, West, South Was it Jazz Prince? Was it classical? Or was it just some of that Razz Matazz From the upper tiers of your mind Back to the beginning... [Verse 2] Trudging through deep, deep snow And blizzard like winds smashing up against your face Trying to get to somewhere, anywhere soon The sounds and rhythms of the machines in the factories Booming out there concertos to our receptive ears And we walked with that and we talked with that. It was our Swing and then our bop. The way we hipped and the way we hopped Our clothes, our style. That Motown Wile Those Midwestern challenges, that Midwestern funk Brothers and sisters huddled together. That burden of anticipation Your mother. My mother. Cowering behind fractured moments And the illusion that blind devotion could solve the unsolvable Genius struggling against the brilliance of itself My father ... Your father ... musicians Talented creative ... productive ... and highly frustrated by the dead ends And dead stops that impeded and curtailed their progression The future looking for someone to take it forward You took up that mantle and I took up that mantle And we never ever forgot where we came from A soft kiss of wine emboldens the passion A dimmed Red light eases the apprehension and doubt The Delfonics make their presence known The heat of the moment is so right up against the wall Under the stairs, in between the washer and dryer where it All becomes so juicy and wet. A promise. A proposition. A phenomena when those Basements started to grind. Those Midwestern challenges. That Midwestern funk That Church piano . . . on why don't you call me anymore. You could be church Prince. That Sunday Morning solo. That voice that could bring the congregation To the best of themselves. You could be that doo wop singer on the corner Holding and preserving the highest note of our pleasures and fantasies Was Warner Music a challenge? No ... Just a matter of time Was Purple Rain a challenge? No… Just your poetic rhyme Was all ... the music you created a challenge. No…Just the essence of your sublime [Poem] The 2017 MTV awards. Sheila E coming down the aisle Prince already at the altar. This night, this time This union will become a force. A direct assault upon our senses The audience had better check their immune systems They could catch cold. Because it's about to become very ... very ... cool... up in here That soaring, guitar. Those scorching timbales See mommy, see Papi. You Brother ... Yoh Sister ... We Can do this, We are this. That High Order of Afro Cuban. African American Musical collaborations. Thank you Dizzy. Thank you Chano. A marvellous Rendition of call and response. The meringue, the salsa, That Piano. The Horns Giving a shout out to their cousins of the Blues… the Jazz and the funk of The dancers on stage giving credence to who we are and where we came from Music ... is the sound of Beauty... and you displayed and dispensed that beauty As well as anybody Prince. A new symbol for your fans. Avid followers. Deeply Devoted believers in your talent and humanity Wherever you were was where they wanted to be. By bus by car by train By Plane And you mesmerised... you tantalised... you romanticised them with death defying acts of musical Genius. The speed... velocity... and depth of your splits and turns... The acrobatic joyous atmosphere you brung to every corner of the stage. You were That whirling dervish that baptised us in the name of feeling good about ourselves While being at ease in the presence of others. You had that magic of Transforming Adults into gleeful little children. And we were okay with that We could handle that. Because we could feel the love and respect you were sharing With us as much as we were sharing it with you. You made us feel like Family. The Human ... family The women in your life loved you trusted you They allowed you to explore their passions ... their doubts ... their Moments of joy. And every moment that you were accepted into their presence You always tried to make them feel ... big ... about themselves. They adored that They cherished that. Because they knew that as long as you were trying To love and accept them. Then you would truly learn how to love yourself Sleep well... Brave Prince ... for your deed and proclamations shall be forever Renowned throughout the land. And I pledge to you that with all my heart and Worth. I will try to make sure that no Purple Rain gets stuck in the clouds again