Dear Michaelangelo
Prince Lyrics


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Every summer in the gardens of Florence
A peasant of female persuasion
Used to cry for Michaelangelo
To save her from death's invitation

Some say this woman was crazy
Others say this woman was possessed
But just one look at her face
And it's evident to her he was the best (Oh)

Oh dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

By summer's end came many offers
All of which the peasant refused
She wanted Michaelangelo
And no other, no other man would do

No one could speak of passion and touch her
Touch her the way that he does
No one except Michaelangelo
It was him
Or a life without love

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

A life without love
A life without love
Don't die
Don't die without love

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

Dear
Dear
Dear Michaelangelo, angel

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo




Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Dear Michaelangelo" tell the story of a woman, described as a peasant, who deeply admires and desires the renowned artist Michaelangelo. This woman sees Michaelangelo as her savior, someone who can rescue her from the inevitability of death. While some perceive her as crazy or possessed, the intensity of her emotions towards him is undeniable. The mention of Florence's gardens, a place known for its beauty and art, creates a backdrop for her longing.


The woman speaks of Michaelangelo's paintings and how they transport her into his world, where she can be intimately connected to him. She desires to be with him not only in her thoughts but also in a physical sense, in his bed. This illustrates her yearning and obsession with the artist. She believes that no one else can ignite the passion within her and touch her as he does. Any proposal or offer from others is rejected because she only wants Michaelangelo.


The plea for Michaelangelo's presence intensifies as the song progresses. The woman desperately calls out to him, asking him to color the dreams in her head, indicating her desire for him to bring joy and make her fantasies come alive. She believes that he can save her from death's invitation, suggesting that his love and companionship are the only things that can make her feel truly alive.


The repeated phrase "A life without love" emphasizes the woman's fear of a loveless existence. She implores Michaelangelo not to let her die without experiencing love. This sentiment further reinforces her belief that he is the only one for her, and she will not engage in intimate relationships with anyone unless they possess qualities that resemble his.


In conclusion, "Dear Michaelangelo" depicts a woman entranced by the art and persona of Michaelangelo, longing for his love and companionship. She believes that only he can color the dreams in her head and save her from a life without love. The song explores themes of obsession, desire, and the power of art in inspiring deep emotions and connections.


Line by Line Meaning

Every summer in the gardens of Florence
Every year, during the summer season, in the beautiful gardens of Florence


A peasant of female persuasion
A woman of humble origins, with a strong determination


Used to cry for Michaelangelo
Would weep and plead for Michaelangelo's help


To save her from death's invitation
To rescue her from the grasp of mortality


Some say this woman was crazy
Some people believed she was mentally unstable


Others say this woman was possessed
Others thought she was under the influence of supernatural forces


But just one look at her face
But with a single glance at her expression


And it's evident to her he was the best (Oh)
It becomes clear to her that Michaelangelo was the greatest artist


Oh dear Michaelangelo
Oh beloved Michaelangelo


Color the dreams in my head
Bring vibrancy and life to the visions in my mind


I look at your paintings
When I gaze upon your artworks


And I'm with you in your bed
I feel intimately connected to you


Save me from death's invitation
Rescue me from the looming specter of mortality


I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion
I will only engage in romantic relationships with someone who embodies your essence


By summer's end came many offers
As the summer season neared its conclusion, numerous suitors appeared


All of which the peasant refused
Yet she rejected all of them


She wanted Michaelangelo
She yearned solely for Michaelangelo


And no other, no other man would do
She desired no one else; no other man could satisfy her


No one could speak of passion and touch her
No one could express and ignite passion within her


Touch her the way that he does
Evoke the intense sensations that only he could impart


No one except Michaelangelo
Excluding Michaelangelo from this equation


It was him
He was the one


Or a life without love
Otherwise, she would endure a loveless existence


A life without love
An existence void of affection


Don't die
Do not succumb to death


Don't die without love
Do not depart from this world without experiencing love


Dear Michaelangelo
Beloved Michaelangelo


Dear
Dearest


Dear Michaelangelo, angel
Oh precious Michaelangelo, heavenly being




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Written by: Prince Rogers Nelson

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Every summer in the gardens of Florence
A peasant of female persuasion
Used to cry for Michaelangelo
To save her from death's invitation

Some say this woman was crazy
Others say this woman was possessed
But just one look at her face
And it's evident to her he was the best (Oh)

Oh dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

By summer's end came many offers
All of which the peasant refused
She wanted Michaelangelo
And no other, no other man would do

No one could speak of passion and touch her
Touch her the way that he does
No one except Michaelangelo
It was him
Or a life without love

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

A life without love
A life without love
Don't die
Don't die without love

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

Dear
Dear
Dear Michaelangelo, angel

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion

Dear Michaelangelo
Color the dreams in my head
I look at your paintings
And I'm with you in your bed

Dear Michaelangelo
Save me from death's invitation
I'll make love to no one unless he's of your persuasion



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