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Slim lined sheik faced
Angel of the night
In the graveyard of the night
New york witch in the dungeon
Of the day
I'm trying to write my novel
All you do is play

Baby boomerang

Mice pie dog-eye
Eagle on the wind
I'm searching through this garbage
Looking for a friend
Your uncle with an alligator
Chained to his leg
Dangles you your freedom
Then he offers you his bed

It seems to me to dream
Is something too wild
In Max's Kansas city
You a belladonna child
Riding on the highways
On the gateways to the south
You're talking with your boots
And you're walking with your mouth

Baby boomerang baby boomerang
You never spike a person
But you always bang the whole gang

Thank you ma'am

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Written by: MARC BOLAN

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Slow Coin

"life is just a joke"

dinozaur gabi

best thing i have read today

Dimitri Tyler

I can only imagine how good this would've sounded LIVE! Heavy and Thumpy

R. Brooks Williams

This was like the flip-side of Bowie's DIAMOND DOGS. A sensational melange of rock, soul, punk and glitter - with Marc back in full control after too much cocaine and too many rich French pastries. He finally escaped from the George V hotel, where he had been ensconced like a decadent child Emperor. And he made it back to the streets, only to have his mini-masterpiece here, not even released in the States. There was a conspiracy going on for sure. Someone needs to investigate. (Rock On, Marc. )


as soon as this came out i had a tat of the shield on my arm done so cool so painful but well worth it. will always keep a little marc in my heart.


One of the best T.REX songs with wonderfully intergalactic lyrical surrealism.


Love the end of this very mystical.

Automatic Shoes & Atari Ferrari

Solid gold T.Rex! ♥️



a b

Frances ha!

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