The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Mister Frankie Diamond was my best friend We were partners in a business down on see & 7th
Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real live wire in an electric town
Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl
A Harlem lady in the social whirl
On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes
And go out steppin' with his Black Rose
Now Frankie went upstate for a couple of years
A guest of the nation and he was in tears
He called me up, he said "hey friend of mine I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
She the blood that flow right through me So don't be messin' with my Black Rose
Keep your hands off my Black Rose" My Black Rose, he don't own ya...
While Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl
Continued to spiral in her social whirl
So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said,
"Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' round about 11?"
She said "Uh-uh" in her uptown voice
So we met at Beiruit for cocktails and ice
When she crossed that room in her tight red dress
I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confess
She said "hey, best friend, let's go back to my place I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face"
But it rained on the way back to her house
And when she closed the door she took off her blouse
She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul Next thing I know I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's Lyin' in bed with my Black Rose I'm makin' love to my Black..
My Black Rose, he don't own ya
So stay with me tonight...
At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe
With the sweat on my brow, how could she sleep
So deep, so sweet as calm as a rock
While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock
Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread
The word leaked out I'd be better off dead
But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold
And drain all the poison from my soul
Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce
Another terminal man waitin' for his bus
Here come Frankie with his head all shaved
Is that a piece in his pocket, or is it a blade
Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt
With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt I don't wanta go to heaven, I been there before
Just spent two years in paradise with my Black Rose
She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
When you go and find her body
Bury me next to my Black Rose
Still in love with my Black Rose
She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose
You won't be makin' love to my Black...
My Black Rose, he don't own ya...
So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life
Roisin dubh, me no can get over you
A time is in me mind no matter what I do
Roisin dubh me no can get over you
Now Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through
Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thing
Watch his girl while he away at Sing Sing
But me and Rosie, we have a little fling
Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring
Wicked trouble it will bring
Lord Have Mercy!
Nothin' ever got this good brother down He was a real live wire in an electric town
Frankie started hangin' with an uptown girl
A Harlem lady in the social whirl
On Saturday night he'd put on his best clothes
And go out steppin' with his Black Rose
Now Frankie went upstate for a couple of years
A guest of the nation and he was in tears
He called me up, he said "hey friend of mine I got one favor to ask you while I'm doin' my time She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
She the blood that flow right through me So don't be messin' with my Black Rose
Keep your hands off my Black Rose" My Black Rose, he don't own ya...
While Frankie was upstate, his Harlem girl
Continued to spiral in her social whirl
So I paged her from my gig on East 7th I said,
"Hey, babe, you doin' anythin' round about 11?"
She said "Uh-uh" in her uptown voice
So we met at Beiruit for cocktails and ice
When she crossed that room in her tight red dress
I wasn't thinkin' of Frankie, I have to confess
She said "hey, best friend, let's go back to my place I need to fix my mascara and remodel my face"
But it rained on the way back to her house
And when she closed the door she took off her blouse
She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul Next thing I know I'm whisperin' sweet nothin's Lyin' in bed with my Black Rose I'm makin' love to my Black..
My Black Rose, he don't own ya
So stay with me tonight...
At nights I'd lie there and listen to her breathe
With the sweat on my brow, how could she sleep
So deep, so sweet as calm as a rock
While I pushed back the seconds oozing from the clock
Now the letters I wrote Frankie returned unread
The word leaked out I'd be better off dead
But in the crimson dawn, Black Rose would unfold
And drain all the poison from my soul
Now I'm standin' up here on forty deuce
Another terminal man waitin' for his bus
Here come Frankie with his head all shaved
Is that a piece in his pocket, or is it a blade
Now I'm lyin' face down in the terminal dirt
With a hole in my chest, but I don't feel no hurt I don't wanta go to heaven, I been there before
Just spent two years in paradise with my Black Rose
She's the Queen of New York City
She bewitch all men soul
When you go and find her body
Bury me next to my Black Rose
Still in love with my Black Rose
She's up in heaven now, my Black Rose
You won't be makin' love to my Black...
My Black Rose, he don't own ya...
So stay with me tonight, for the rest of your life
Roisin dubh, me no can get over you
A time is in me mind no matter what I do
Roisin dubh me no can get over you
Now Frankie comin' back and I know that I am through
Mister Frankie Diamond tell me do the right thing
Watch his girl while he away at Sing Sing
But me and Rosie, we have a little fling
Now Frankie comin' home, wicked trouble it will bring
Wicked trouble it will bring
Lord Have Mercy!
Lyrics submitted by indierockchick27
Black Rose Lyrics as written by Laurence T Kirwan
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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