Our Wonderful Brownskin Man
T. Rex Lyrics


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Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs,
Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk.
Musing the sea in harmony,
With the sky and the wine sun that owns you.
Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet.
A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey,
Anil washed me with oils from Narnia.
Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud,
Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero.




His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent,
And his ebony surf eyes leaked water.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to T. Rex's song "Our Wonderful Brownskin Man" paint a vivid picture of a mystical, almost otherworldly figure with a captivating presence. The opening lines describe the subject's "blue ocean eyes" and "black panther thighs," setting the stage for a character who is both powerful and alluring. The lyric "nose like a seahawk" further emphasizes the connection to nature and the sea, which is continued throughout the rest of the song. The subject is described as "musing the sea in harmony," suggesting a deep connection and understanding of its workings.


The image of the buffalo's groans "twitching" the singer's hair adds to the dreamlike quality of the song, while the mention of a "ghostly Shawnee" and oils from Narnia hint at a magical, otherworldly influence. The imagery of "cloudy heart blood" and a "splendid friend hero" who has met a tragic end adds a layer of sadness and melancholy to the song. The final lines, describing the subject's "tattered head" and "ebony surf eyes" leaking water, suggest a profound sense of loss and grief.


Line by Line Meaning

Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs,
Describing the physical features of the man, his eyes are bright blue, his legs are muscular like a black panther.


Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk.
His nose is broad and magnificent like a seahawk.


Musing the sea in harmony,
He is at peace with the sea and his surroundings.


With the sky and the wine sun that owns you.
He is at one with the sky and sun that surrounds him.


Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head
He is haunted by the memory of dead buffalos, which continue to trouble him.


Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet.
The memory of buffalos makes him flinch and twitch involuntarily.


A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey,
A spiritual Shawnee figure gave him honey, a symbolic act of nourishment.


Anil washed me with oils from Narnia.
Someone named Anil washed him with mystical, otherworldly oils that have healing properties.


Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud,
He has shed tears in mourning, which mix with the mud beneath his feet.


Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero.
He is mourning the death of a great and noble friend.


His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent,
The man's sorrowful and weary posture is likened to a willow-tree tent.


And his ebony surf eyes leaked water.
He is crying and his tears are falling from his dark, expressive eyes, like waves on the shore.




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