Hippy Gumbo
Marc Bolan Lyrics


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Met a man he was nice
Said his name was paradise
Didn't realise at the time
That his face and mind were mine
Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Chop him up for firewood
It seemed good and it seemed right
That I should dig him on the night
But in the morning with the sun he pulled an automatic gun
He blew my soul, he blew my brain
He said I could not do the same
Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Chop him up for firewood




Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Chop him up and burn the wood.

Overall Meaning

In the song "Hippy Gumbo" by Marc Bolan, the lyrics depict a story of a man who meets another man who goes by the name of "Paradise" and seems like a nice guy, but ends up being dangerous. The lyrics suggest that the singer was initially attracted to Paradise and was enjoying his company, but later realizes that his mind and face were identical to his own. The ominous tone of the song is revealed when, in the morning after their meeting, Paradise pulls out an automatic gun and shoots the singer's soul and brain, claiming that he couldn't do the same.


The meaning of the song could be interpreted in different ways, but one central idea is that not everything is what it seems, and that appearances can be deceiving. The name "Hippy Gumbo" suggests that it is made up of different ingredients that don't always mix well together. The singer of the song was initially attracted to the idea of a "hippy" or a "free spirit" like himself, but soon finds out that not all hippies are the same. The mention of chopping Paradise up for firewood and burning him suggests a final rejection of the hippie ideal.


Line by Line Meaning

Met a man he was nice
I met a man who seemed pleasant


Said his name was paradise
He introduced himself as Paradise


Didn't realise at the time
I was unaware then


That his face and mind were mine
That he resembled me in both appearance and thought


Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Hippy Gumbo is not to be trusted


Chop him up for firewood
He deserves to be cut up and used as fuel


It seemed good and it seemed right
It appeared like a wise and appropriate choice


That I should dig him on the night
That I should have an intimate encounter with him that night


But in the morning with the sun he pulled an automatic gun
However, the next morning, he unexpectedly revealed a firearm


He blew my soul, he blew my brain
He devastated me emotionally and mentally


He said I could not do the same
He implied that I lacked the same capacity to harm him


Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Once again, Hippy Gumbo is not trustworthy


Chop him up for firewood
It is fitting to dismember him and burn his remains


Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Again, Hippy Gumbo cannot be relied upon


Chop him up and burn the wood.
Disposing of his body by burning it is the right thing to do




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: MARC BOLAN

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