Michael Jackson...
shades of genius, shades of brilliance
But, the boy in the bubble became a rotten prince.
Like any "superstar" (for if there was anyoen deserving of such a label, it would be michael)
if they start believing their own hype..... its a slow road, down hill....
Michael demanded that people say he was the king of pop...
Back when thriller was in the cahrts (the labum) he was on top of his game....
The best selling album of all time, might not be anymore, but for rather a long time it was, it sold like tanks of air in a world which suddenly lost all of its oxygen....
A new Michael Jackson song and mainly video was an event in "history" at the time... the world stopped, briefly..to see the guy.
Then it slowly went wrong...
The plastic surgery,
the melting face
the skin that became white,
fatherhood with what amounted to a dumpy plain white woman...
Finally pedophilia charges and the financial disaster...
Personally pop music is pop music.... its not all that great
Michael made some classics, he could sing, and dance...
But he believed his own hype
He grew an ego
In desperation he carved his face and transformed his skin
In the end, the cult of celebrity is the cult of celebrity.
A man is dead...but music goes on.
Beehoven was deaf
But MJ was a moon dancer....
..........
Looking out
Across the night-time
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
Get me out
Into the night-time
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin' this way
I like lovin' this way
Looking out
Across the morning
The city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming of the street
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say -
Why, why, tell 'em that is human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
I like livin' this way