Purple Youth Revolution (version 6)

[Lyrics: 95% HackMan, 5% Mistral] [Synth swells, drum machine kicks in—funky, hypnotic, with a touch of psychedelic glitter. Prince-like voice slinks in, half-sung, half-spoken, dripping with swagger and mystique.] [Verse 1] Uptown’s got a heartbeat, neon in the rain, Kids with painted faces screamin’ out my name. They don’t need no leaders, they don’t need no king, Just a purple guitar and a diamond-studded sting. Daddy’s in the boardroom, tryna sell ‘em a lie, But the children got the power; watch ‘em multiply. They dance in the ruins where the old world used to be, Now the future’s got a color, and it looks like me. [Pre-Chorus] Ohhh, can you feel it? (Can you feel it?) The shockwave in the street! Ohhh, don’t you fear it (don’t you fear it), When the young take the seat! [Chorus] It’s a Purple Youth Revolution! No more rules, just the groove’s solution! Burn the textbooks, light the stage, We’re the architects of a brand-new age! Purple Youth Revolution! Sex and sound, electric devotion! If the world won’t change for us… We’ll paint it purple ‘til it’s dust! [Verse 2] Little sister’s got a Walkman, plugged into the sun, She don’t need no sermon, she just needs to run. Brother’s in the alley with a spray-can crown, Taggin’ up the sky while the cops shut it down. They call it a riot, we call it a show, Every kid’s a star when the bass drops low. You can lock up the bodies, but you can’t chain the sound, ‘Cause the revolution’s got a funky rebound! [Pre-Chorus] Ohhh, can you hear it? (Can you hear it?) The backbeat of the free! Ohhh, don’t you smother it (don’t you smother it), Let the wild run the streets! [Chorus] It’s a Purple Youth Revolution! No more chains, just the music’s elixir! Turn the churches into clubs, We’re the saints of the new blood! Purple Youth Revolution! Love and lightning, no confession! If the old world won’t bend… We’ll love it purple ‘til the end! [Bridge (spoken, over a swirling synth breakdown)] "They told us to sit down… We stood up in glitter. They told us to be quiet… We screamed in four-part harmony. They built us a cage… We turned it into a disco. Now the whole damn world’s gonna dance… Or get left in the strobe." [Guitar Solo (Guitarist shreds; wah-drenched, sensual, and slightly unhinged. The band locks into a hypnotic groove as the solo builds into a frenzy.)] [Outro (half-time, sultry, with gospel-style ad-libs)] Purple… youth… revolution… (Ooh, can you feel it now?) Purple… youth… revolution… (The kids are runnin’ the town!) Purple… youth… revolution… (Ain’t no turnin’ back!) Purple… youth… revolution… (Paint the whole world… …purple… …black.) [Song fades out on a dissonant, psychedelic chord, leaving the listener breathless and converted.]