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• Artiste: Marc Bolan & T Rex
• Titre: Ballrooms Of Mars
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You're gonna look fine, be primed for dancing You're gonna trip and glide along the trembling plain Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses And wind, and cars, and people of the past I'll call you thing, just when the moon sings And place your face in stone upon a hill of stars And gripped in the arms of the changeless madmen We'll dance our lives away in the ballrooms of Mars You talk about day, I'm talkin' 'bout night time When monsters call out the names of men Bob Dylan knows, and I bet Alan Freed did There are things at night that are better not to behold You dance, with your lizard leather boots on Pull the strings that change the faces of men You diamond-browed hag, you, a gutter gaunt gangster John Lennon knows your name, and I've seen his Rock!