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Dandy In The Underworld

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocals
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Dino Dines - keyboards and synthesizer
Steve Harley - vocals

A Bolonic revision of Orpheus Descending.

Prince of Players, Pawn of none,
Born with steel reins in the heart of the Sun.
Gipsy explorer of the New Jersey Heights,
Exalted companion of cocaine nights.

CHORUS
‘Cos he’s a Dandy in the Underworld,
Dandy in the Underworld
When will he come up for air,
will anybody ever care.

At an old eighteen exiled he was
To the deserted kingdoms of a mythical Oz.
Distraction he wanted, to destruction he fell,
Now he forever stalks the ancient mansions of Hell.

Repeat Chorus twice

Now his lovers have left him and his youth’s ill spent,
He cries in the dungeons and tries to repent.
But change is a monster and changing is hard
So he’ll freeze away his summers in his Underground yard.

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Repeat 1st Verse
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Universe

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Steve Currie - bass
Davey Lutton - drums
Dino Dines - keyboards
Chris Mercer - tenor sax
Gloria Jones and Colin Jacas - additional vocals

Interplanetary Waltz

Hey there sister, let’s face the Universe and dance.
Hey there sister, let’s face the Universe and dance.

We’ll bop over the galaxies, we’ll stroll over to Mars.
We’ll romance on Jupiter, make love among the stars.

If you really love me sister,
let’s face the Universe and dance

Repeat

Repeat 2nd Verse

Repeat 1st Verse twice


I Love To Boogie

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Davey Lutton - drums
Steve Currie - bass
Dino Dines - keyboards

A cross between Ramon Navarro
and Marlene Dietrich

Belinda Mae Fenders got a Cadillac Bone,
Jenny lost her cherry walking all the way home,
The passions of the Earth blasted her mind,
Now she’s neat sweet ready for the moon based grind.

You rattlesnake out with your tailfeathers high,
Jitterbug left and smile to the sky,
With your black velvet cape and your stovepipe hat,
Be-bop baby the dance is where it’s at.

I love to Boogie on a Saturday night.


Jason B. Sad

Marc Bolan, Miller Anderson - guitars
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Dino Dines - keyboards/synthesiser
Bud Beadle - baritone sax
Chris Mercer - tenor sax
Marc Bolan - vocal

A distant boy friend of Johnny B. Good

Jason B. Sad was a lonely lad,
His head was a bed for everyone.
His clothes was his life but his heart was a knife
Inscribed on it was “rock ‘n’ roll is cruel.”

CHORUS
Take me to school, boy. Leave me alone, boy.
Slice me a bone of the Universe.
Take me to school, boy. Leave me alone, boy.
Slice me a bone of the Universe.

Jason got weird and he pierced his ears,
A gypsy alone in his gallantry.
He met Shakey Sue, who wore only blue
And they shared in their teenage misery.

CHORUS (Twice)

Then Jason read books and wore hard looks,
He swapped Blue Sue for an artisan.
His winters were long and a fantastic song,
Grew from his head like a marigold.

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The Soul Of My Suit

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Dino Dines - keyboards
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Alfalpha - additional vocals

Well you damaged the soul of my suit
You pulled my love out by the roots,
But I’m not such a bad boy - Oh No.

You ravished the runes of my tunes,
You put on the gloves of my loves,
But you’re not a bad girl - Oh No.

Rock and rolled it
Even strolled it, baby.
Rock and rolled it
Even strolled it, baby.
Rock and rolled it, yeah.

Repeat 1st verse

I love you, yeah.


Pain And Love

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal, bass and percussion
Marc Bolan - bass
Marc Bolan - percussion
Tony Newman- drums
Dino Dines- keyboards

A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp.

We have travelled pain and love
To call ourselves high born.
Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend
Lunacy is legend.

Words I fear that clutch my crutch
And drive your senses crazy
Men or women too get blue, so don’t make living hazy.
No don’t make living hazy.

Once in youth the wisdom crouched
Deep inside my bedroom.
Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely
Now winter life is lonely.

Temples that are bleak and bleached
Are beached up on the highway.
God of truth returned just once
XX and made my prison homely.
Don’t make my life so lonely.

Repeat in toto

 

Crimson Moon

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocals
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Dino Dines - keyboards
Alfalpha - additional vocals

The beat of bondage stalks on.

Hey little girl you move so fine,
All I want to do is melt your mind.

CHORUS
Under the crimson moon,
Under the crimson moon,
I wanna feel your heat under the crimson moon,
I wanna feel your heat under the crimson moon.

You can shake your torpedoes,
You can shoot your gun,
You can mix your martinis
From the blood of the sun.

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I’m a chartreuse lover, I am an indigo man,
In the black of the night I’ll hold your lily white hand.

CHORUS (twice)
Repeat 1st verse
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I’m A Fool For You Girl

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Scott Edwards - bass
Paul Humphrey - drums
J. Long - violin
Steve Gregory - flute
Gloria Jones - additional vocals

A fool’s lament is the wiseman’s milkshake.

I’m standing winding staircase, seven eagles long,
Misty planet creature how could I kiss you wrong?

CHORUS
The poet wished upon a star,
and dazzling bright is what you are,
I’m a fool for you girl,
I’m a fool for you girl,
I’m a fool for you girl,
I’m a fool for you girl.

Dipping dancing diving, lipstick of the brave,
Sullen Garbo siren, your body’s all I crave.

CHORUS

Hot baby I’m a fool for you.

 

Visions Of Domino

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Steve Currie - bass
Davey Lutton and Paul Fenton - drums
Dino Dines - synthesiser

Her love is hot, but mine is not

This woman is a perfumed breeze,
Greek Gods recline upon her knees.
I’d freeze the sun to kiss her ear,

CHORUS
It all makes up the vision I call Domino,
It all makes up the vision I call Domino
Right now.

A suit of doubt she gave to me,
In return I cried a sea
Of poet’s tears and something more,
I camped outside her velvet door.

CHORUS

Love’s a freak and it moves fast,
My marble dreams it could not last.
Now every time this girl I see
She tries to chain me to her tree.

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Groove A Little

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Dino Dines - keyboard/synthesiser
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums

To groove is to lubricate your imagination.

You can call somebody Captain,
Under pressure you can flip.
You can be a rock commando
but you can’t pilot the ship.

CHORUS
Groove a little baby, groove a little now.
Groove a little baby, you might know what you want
But I’ll show you how.

You can trip the light fantastic
Become a space grotesque
You can fossilize your thought dreams
behind a rusty desk.

CHORUS

You can read the works of Shakespeare
In the Academy of Life.
You can punk the skunks of freedom
With you jewelled Etruscan knife.

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Hang-ups

Marc Bolan - vocal and guitar
Dino Dines - keyboards
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Marc Bolan - maracas and tambourine

Play in a loud cloud.

When I’m down you bring me up, babe
When I’m up you bring me down.
When I’m down you bring me up, babe
When I’m up you bring me down.
I’m such a contradiction - I’m just hung-up

Get off my back and leave me,
Oh shit, let’s get it on.
Get off my back and leave me,
Oh shit, let’s get it on.
I’m such a contradiction, I’m just hung-up.

I’m such a contradiction - I’m just hung-up

Everything is sweet babe,
Then everything is the pits.
Everything is sweet babe,
Then everything is the pits.
You love me then you leave me,
How come you always pick the hits?

Repeat 1st Verse

 

Teen Riot Structure

Marc Bolan - guitar and vocal
Dino Dines - keyboards
Herbie Flowers - bass
Tony Newman - drums
Bud Beadle - baritone sax and flute
Chris Mercer - tenor sax

Teen riot structure, ankle deep in fear,
Babies lost in bellies and the oracle can’t hear.
A demon angel demi-god blasted through the night
Me and Lucy Lightning holding on real tight.

An ancient Lord in wonder rung upon my bell,
XX I fed him with my nightmares
and he ate my dreams as well.
All London was in blazes burning to the sound
Of deep galactic tragedies, in stereophonic sound.

A tempest teen of stature in Gatsby hat and cloak, Licked upon my lollipop, but I didn’t get the joke. As devastation mounted my wardrobes almost burned The teens held hands on shifting sands and wonder what they learnt.

Repeat in toto