Prince - COMMANDO: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Prince

3

Rock

Prince was released on March 4, 2022 by Kill Rock Stars as a part of the album Commando

Song Details

Release DateMarch 4, 2022

LabelKill Rock Stars

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM179

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

COMMANDO

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Andy Meyerson

Composer

Van Jackson-Weaver

Van Jackson-Weaver

Composer

Travis Andrews

Composer

Lynnee Breedlove

Lynnee Breedlove

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

John Smart

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

it was '82,

me and my girl we did it one time,

said I love you, moved in together.

that's how you did.

never considered people might think an interracial couple was something.

we were in that love bubble, and it was Oakland.

full of black people and white people. no big.

'83 we moved to another hood in Oaktown, an apartment building.

still stood out as the black and white dykes.

still didn’t care.

driving her 64 chevy pickup, I heard this pornografalsetto song

and thought, whoa, who's this chick getting so personal on the radio.

then the DJ said, "that was prince singing Do Me Baby,"

and I said oh shit I need to pay more attention to this genderfucker.

we moved to the white neighborhood.

still standing out. still not caring,

but I think it started to wear on us a little, specially her.

being the only white dyke in a black hood

was different than being the only black dyke in a white neighborhood.

'84, my best friend from hi skool told me he was positive.

under the Gone with the Wind spoof poster

of Thatcher and Reagan with the mushroom cloud in the background.

watched Mad Max, Brother From Another Planet,

Liquid Sky, The Hunger, Christiane F, and Sid and Nancy,

6 times each before returning them to the video store.

drank a million Buds and Slip n Slid with our pals in our wifebeaters

and mirrored cop shades before they became wife pleasers.

we most definitely weren’t wife beaters

beating the hell out of each other over a freebase pipe.

sat in front of Grandma's converted TV console,

high lacquer cherrywood cabinet full of records and a turntable.

drank myself silly to Howlin' Wolf and Lightnin' Hopkins,

and Gil Scott and Suzie Quatro and the B52s.

for hours, listening to Prince's Controversy,

turning the album cover over in my hands,

analyzing. did he really mean it?

did he love us that much?

was he really saying this?

(****)

"Am I black or white, am I straight or gay?..

People call me rude, I wish we all were nude

I wish there was no black and white,

I wish there were no rules…"

we were all alone in a world where Christians wanted us dead,

but there was Prince, coke and whisky and Starfish and Coffee

and Let's Go Crazy and Jack U Off and Annie Christian

and Purple Rain, a cult crossover hit,

and Under the Cherry Moon, panned by critics,

but he could do no wrong,

and ruffled shirts and romance and femme dykes onstage,

his spittin' image, girl versions of him,

a narcissist dream of straight acting queers fucking the mirror

like there might be something going on,

just like us and our pals, brown and black and white,

fags n dykes passing joints at the disco,

sexy even if there was a plague, one big cuddle party.

it didn’t feel lonesome.

it felt right and like motherfuckers better make room for us

because if they didn’t, we were coming through anyway,

led by the most fearless, least fucks-giving motherfucker on the planet

with all the moves and a voice

that could go from girl to boy in a second.

if he wasn’t intimidated, neither were we.

'89, me and my records got tossed on the street

cuz I got high and everyone was mad.

2016 I’m ashamed now more than I was that day,

because when I look to pay homage to the man,

I gotta go on the internet like some kinda poser,

cuz I never bought new Prince records.

the night after he leaves us, it's a full moon.

I put on When Doves Cry, but it keeps stopping in the middle

because everyone in the world is playing it

becuz somewhere along the line we all lost our records.

the clouds are all over the moon.

she’s real big behind that cloud cover, I can tell.

I light the candles and say,

Come out, you gotta call him home.

and the clouds part, and I say,

I’m sorry Prince. I lost the records.

I’m sorry. it's not that I ever stopped loving you.

I just thought you’d always be there.

Written by: Andy Meyerson, Lynnee Breedlove, Travis Andrews, Van Jackson-Weaver

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