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Broken English words cracked the air like a bell
She had a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures
Her silver car a silver cloud cloaked the air in a shroud
Her pearly author’s teeth tore the seasoned cedar coloured pheasant

Her one rich wish is to write a book about
A venetian mother’s problems on a barge in little Venice

She peers at the portrait of her poetess grandmother
Who’s theatrical in character
Wise just like Socrates
She sinks her nails into the aged canvas
But the power from the wordster’s head was cool and shrill and frightening

Miss Drag is intermingled with the powder-blue chaise lounge
She types some acid words to her hairless havana art dealer

Her one rich wish is to write a book about a chateau in Virginia Waters
Free from all those culture vultures

Lyrics Marc Bolan

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Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles tonight
In the rain, all the way home from Camden Town
But when I got home to Tottenham
I could spin carousels in the park, in the dark
And I can hear you say
What’s the point in romanticizing everything?
So what’s the point in romanticizing everything?

Bubbling up and not buckling under
I walked for miles and it still feels real 1972
Rocketman on the moon
And all I can hear you say
Is what’s the point in romanticizing everything?
But when I get home here
I can feel London, North Europe here
You say What’s the point in romanticizing everything?

So I’m gonna do whatever I do
Don’t show me the way home yet
I don’t wanna go I’m happy here
Don’t show me the way home yet

I’m bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under
Bubbling up and not buckling under

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Black Power, girl power, rack and ruin
Blackmail, ponytail, something doin’
Something pulls me over
Pulls me through to you
Walking downstairs sideways
Vodka, sonic proof
Screaming murder always
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn’t meant to be this way
It weren’t meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I’m gonna wear it ’round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I’m gonna chance my arm

Sure-fire, backfire, golden shoes
See-through, fall through, nothin’ to lose
You say you feel fine now
Until the end of time
One night when we’re screamin’
Loathe to find a way
These days when we’re scheming
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn’t meant to be this way
It weren’t meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I’m gonna wear it ’round my neck as a charm
When I feel luck I’m gonna chance my arm
Chance my arm

Black power, gay power, black and blue
Blackmail and tall tales, try something new
You say you’ll feel fine now
It pulls me through to you
One night when we’re screamin’
Vodka, sonic proof
Walking downstairs sideways
And trying to catch it
Trying to catch it
Trying to catch it

And bring me the head of the fortune teller
It wasn’t meant to be this way
It weren’t meant to work out this way
So bring me the head of the fortune teller
I’m gonna wear it ’round my neck as a charm
When I feel lucky I’m gonna chance my arm

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White hot morning
The blinding light of day holds sway
Barefoot yawning wipe the night out from my eyes
It’s slowly dawning
This summer town’s a merry-go-round
The stakes get risen daily
In every way there’s more to pay

And I’m not searching for these changes
They just slip by me everyday
And everything needs rearranging
And you’re the one to make it stay

Glass clear morning
It’s blowin’ cool outside today
Without warning the crowds all meet across the street
Payphone calling, down the square the people stare
This daily planet’s beauty lies behind untutored eyes

And I’m not searching for these changes
They just slip by me everyday
And everything needs rearranging
And you’re the one to make it stay

Cool morning
Cool morning

White hot morning
The blinding light of day holds sway
Barefoot yawning, wipe the night out from my eyes
It’s slowly dawning
This summer town’s a merry-go-round
Without a watch you get to know
The time is right for crime

And I’m not searching for these changes
They just slip by me everyday
And everything needs rearranging
And you’re the one to make it stay

Cool morning
Cool morning

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In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And when everyone winds me up I just can’t wind down
And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp
The sun makes my eyes burn
And it must be my turn
To fly with the birds this time

Saturday’s nation is rife with anticipation
Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world
But I don’t mind the rain
‘Cause I was born on an aeroplane
Balloon ride over landslides
It’s April, I’m 18
And flying with the birds in a dream

Make an electric connection as lightning strikes
Angels’ wings not once but twice
Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head
Plant life gone wild over British monuments
Something is burning
Somebody’s learning
To fly with the birds tonight

Solomon flies tonight
Cape to coast, wings in full flight
He’s flying home with the birds tonight
In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And I just can’t wind down

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Go take a walk in the sun
Go take the weight off everyone
It takes the weight to see
That it’s all bad advice to me
And it’s all bad advice to me

Go take a stroll amongst the mines
Call yourself back in when it’s time
Score your provisions score a smile
Hit the road for a million miles
Pack your vision and set your dials

When the sounds and the times conspire
And take the whole thing higher

Go take a walk in the park
We’ll shoot the stars until it’s dark
Choking on poppy smoke and sparks
Between Hoppers and Palomar Park
Where the gold dust glows in the dark

When the sounds and the times conspire
And take the whole thing higher

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The city sleeps disturbed
in boots filled with lead,
a dimension of beauty
mobilised within my head.

And on this endless parade –
Sunset Park to Rose Hill,
gas stations as churches –
holy fuel forever spilled.

You make me lose my head
and dream of what might be,
you sculpt and tumble me
as the rain transcends.
Tease the tension out,
flip the script around –
autodidact,
teach me one thing.

There’s nothing more I can do
than dream of what might be,
praise be to the gods of the east
that bow down in front of me.

And on this endless parade –
Sunset Park to Rose Hill,
gas stations as churches –
holy fuel forever spilled.

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The devil must have sculpted
Your beautiful mesmeric green marble eyes
I’d like to take you out in my machine for a ride
Spin through the center of the desert so dark
Drive to the center in my steel jiffy-bag heart
Unzip my little pains
Desire the chrome bite into rubber
Shift the needle back so far
Take me under your breath
We’ll scale the walls take me there
Watch the dials shudder
As the town up ahead throws light in our eyes
Your face a dream
Those angels-sculptured lips tremble

Afterglow

The devil must have sculpted
Your beautiful mesmeric green marble eyes
I’d like to take you out in my machine for a ride
Spin through the center of the city so dark
Drive to the center in my steel jiffy-bag heart
Unzip my little pains
Desire the chrome bite into rubber
Shift the needle back so far
Take me under your breath
We’ll scale the walls take me there
Watch the dials shudder
As the town up ahead throws light in our eyes
Your face a dream
Those angels-sculptured lips tremble

Afterglow

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I keep on thinkin’ it’s wrong
So I’m chiding you in a song
It’s comin’ your way

You shouldn’t feel this way

And yeah you think it’s a sin
I ain’t your color of skin
It’s comin’ your way

You shouldn’t feel this way

I keep on losin’ my feet
When I walk down the street
I keep on thinkin’ it’s you
Guess it makes me feel blue
You say it’s broken your dreams
They fall apart at the seams
It’s comin’ our way

You shouldn’t feel this way
You shouldn’t feel this way
I shouldn’t feel this way
You shouldn’t feel this way
We shouldn’t feel this way