Marc Bolan & T. Rex
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan
I'm walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I count candles waving faintly
We're always laughing at him
Because he was so unattractive
And so sadly hating things
He saw there was no more [?]
Pleasant touch [?] and he sees
I'm sadly smiling to his friends [?]
Whose enemies would always lend
A kind of mark, a kiss to spark
A key to enter in the dark
A hidding place, a place to make a paradise to forsake All your cares, no, no, stairway people
And I dare you... while in a dream [?]
I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I was right and you were wrong
To play upon the Chinese Gong
And as I look to my dismay
The night time faded into day
Proclaim sacrifice
Killing all that was na-na-na na-na-nice
Turning round with insane cries
I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I was right and you were wrong
To play upon the Chinese Gong
And as I look to my dismay
The night time faded into day
Proclaim sacrifice
Killing all that was na-na-na na-na-nice
Turning round with insane cries
The Perfumed Garden was written by Marc Bolan.
The Perfumed Garden was produced by Simon Napier-Bell.