‘Give Me Your Mind And Your Soul'


Popular concept is something I don't get
If I did, I think I'd have a nicer time
Average beats best; exceptions slain by rest
‘Til the chance of greater things shrivels and dies

The essence of ‘lurve' is mainly chain store Eau
De Shrinkwrapped Plastic loveheart cups and bowls
It takes more than hackneyed words and platitudes arranged in verse -
I think that the card-writers should be told

No sentimental sketch
Can represent what's etched
On my consciousness, in bold

I don't need your heart to make me whole -
Just give me your mind and your soul
I don't need your sweet flesh to be sold -
Just give me your mind and your soul

I'll never get my teeth into widely-held belief
That hasn't had to see to make its mind
Despite mysteries revealed and inspiration margins yield
Remains not knowing much – just what it likes

Maybe that's part of romance, and my imagination's scant
On distance between real and fantastic poles
But if I show you my plans, you might understand
Why I feel that something has to break this mould

As every committee writes
Every sickly stereotype
I feel ever more lifeless, numb and cold

I don't need your heart to make me whole -
Just give me your mind and your soul
I don't need your sweet flesh to be sold -
Just give me your mind and your soul.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2005