Monday, 13 April 2015

Two Bitter Songs from January 1981. (Revised).

                            1

Song - You Need a Guru.



Your body is young
But your mind much younger;
You hide in the dark
Like a child below stairs.
You cannot share dreams,
nor talk to a stranger,
Your life is a nightmare of uncontrolled fears.
Who are you?
How could I talk to you?
How open up to you?
How tune into you?
You need a Guru
To unplug your ears.

Today I accept you,
But tomorrow I`ll fear you
Because when I touch you
You break into tears.
You refuse to have friends in the house for a party,
But speed off to a rave
and crash all the gears!
What can I do for you?
How can I break through to you?
Perhaps make love to you?
Find the truth of you?
You need a Guru
To unplug your ears.



Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
18th. January 1981.
Revised 13th. April 2015. - 15th. February 2020.

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                    2.

Song - You are a Plastic Person.



You never give, You only take;
You never buy, You only steal;
You have never touched a raw nerve
Because you cannot feel.
You have never seen the difference
Between the abstract and the real,
I cannot name a single day
When you cooked a decent meal;
You are a Plastic Person
That`s all you are,
You are a Plastic Person
It will not get you very far.

You never love. You only hate;
You never talk, You only scream;
You are like a shadow puppet
Dancing on a paper screen;
You sit beside your bed all day
Jingling your tambourine;
You never give an inch of space
But always hog the scene;
You are a Plastic Person
That`s all you are,
You are a Plastic Person
It will not get you very far.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 23rd. 1981. - February 23rd. 2013.
October 24th. 2014. - April 2nd. 2015.
February 15th. 2020.
First written during the prolonged break up of an always difficult relationship. I was taken to the very edge of a nervous breakdown and these two songs represent how I felt at the time. I do not like them but they are painfully honest.

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