Тексты песен Marc Bolan

Ballrooms Of Mars You gonna look fine Be primed for dancing You're gonna trip and glide All on the trembling plane Your diamond hands Will be stacked with roses And wind and cars And people

Chariots Of Silk The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre Winds of the marsh lightly blew Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders Hunters of pity she slew. Chariots of Silk she rode

Graceful fat Sheba, she works with a meatcleaver Sweating behind the meat counter Her skin, it leaks liquid, the odour is sickly Her features aren't unlike a swan Her poetic, gluttonic waist is impre

Em/em10.................................. Sat with a cat on your head alone at last Em/em10....................................... You cry with a sigh resurrecting all your past C..................am.

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 Twitchi

G.............................................. Sailors of the highway, come to me in my dreams C..............b........bb...............g..... Sailors of the highway, come to me in my dreams G.......