The Plastic People (Tribute to Milan Hlavsa 1952-2001)
The Plastic People (tribute to Milan Hlavsa 1952-2001)
All you wanted
was to play bass
in a rock-n-roll band
It was always about
having a good time for you
You hung up a sign onstage:
“Jim Morrison is our Father”
and recorded the album,
“Egon Bondy’s
Happy Hearts Club Banned”
and – in the process –
The Plastic People
were considered by the students,
artists and intellectuals
to be the voice
of a free Czechoslovakia.
You were rockers – artists –
thrust in the middle
of a political revolution
You knew your roles
You didn’t back down!
Milan, your obituary
seemed so small
but you accomplished
so much
You, Ivan,
Vratislav and Juri
embodied the rock concept
Rebels with Guitars! –
You were going to play
for the people
Some rockers
carry with them
a false pretense
that they really matter
Their accomplishments
are marked/marred
by manufactured fame
But when all is said and done
The Plastic People
will stand alone.
They locked you up
Beat you
and took your equipment
It didn’t matter
The Plastic People
just kept coming back
The Plastic People
just kept leading the way
What would you do
if faced with the same?
(yes reader,
I’m asking you!)
Would you crumble?
Rat-out your friends?
Run away and hide?
Not these guys!
The Plastic People
stood their ground
and played!
They plugged in
knowing they would
take the heat
and played
They gave people music
and in doing so
gave the movement hope
and they inspired a people
to step out of the darkness
and be free
These sons of Jim Morrison
these guys looking for fun
showed that artists
can inspire people
to do great things
Milan, the police
government and
underground agents
just couldn’t keep you guys
in Czech
Artists can be an easy target
for those who maintain
they shouldn’t speak
or think
But talking-head lawyers
and war-mongering governments
have inspired little more
than hatred
and senseless deaths.
Artists inspire vision
and you need vision
to thrive
and live
The Plastic People
showed us that
The Plastic People
just kept coming back
The Plastic People
just kept leading the way!
All you wanted
was to play bass
in a rock-n-roll band
It was always about
having a good time for you
You hung up a sign onstage:
“Jim Morrison is our Father”
and recorded the album,
“Egon Bondy’s
Happy Hearts Club Banned”
and – in the process –
The Plastic People
were considered by the students,
artists and intellectuals
to be the voice
of a free Czechoslovakia.
You were rockers – artists –
thrust in the middle
of a political revolution
You knew your roles
You didn’t back down!
Milan, your obituary
seemed so small
but you accomplished
so much
You, Ivan,
Vratislav and Juri
embodied the rock concept
Rebels with Guitars! –
You were going to play
for the people
Some rockers
carry with them
a false pretense
that they really matter
Their accomplishments
are marked/marred
by manufactured fame
But when all is said and done
The Plastic People
will stand alone.
They locked you up
Beat you
and took your equipment
It didn’t matter
The Plastic People
just kept coming back
The Plastic People
just kept leading the way
What would you do
if faced with the same?
(yes reader,
I’m asking you!)
Would you crumble?
Rat-out your friends?
Run away and hide?
Not these guys!
The Plastic People
stood their ground
and played!
They plugged in
knowing they would
take the heat
and played
They gave people music
and in doing so
gave the movement hope
and they inspired a people
to step out of the darkness
and be free
These sons of Jim Morrison
these guys looking for fun
showed that artists
can inspire people
to do great things
Milan, the police
government and
underground agents
just couldn’t keep you guys
in Czech
Artists can be an easy target
for those who maintain
they shouldn’t speak
or think
But talking-head lawyers
and war-mongering governments
have inspired little more
than hatred
and senseless deaths.
Artists inspire vision
and you need vision
to thrive
and live
The Plastic People
showed us that
The Plastic People
just kept coming back
The Plastic People
just kept leading the way!
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