After a little ride this morning on one of the Brommies down to Barnes Common to lay a flower at Marc Bolan's memorial - 40 years ago today he passed away on the same site. He is one of only three rock stars whose death I've shed a tear over.
So - listening to T. Rex's 1972 Slider album - and it still sounds fab.
Moving on now to Tyrannosaurus Rex's 1968 second offering - Prophets, Seers & Sages The Angels Of The Ages.
Still sounding great, even given the hippy nonsense lyrics.
the lyrics on this song are quite captivating, Somewhat poetic and somewhat romantic.
I try to talk to the clouds
But they spill out the rain
Now I'm truly convinced
They've got nothing to say
Will I ever learn
Is there something wrong with my brain
Now the weeds are on fire
And they're burning away
Last time I checked I'm at 34 sins
Another won't matter 'cause I'm never gonna win
Hoping now I'm on a road that I can change
Cause I'll change
If there was a time when I needed to pray
That the cold wind blows away
If there was a time when I needed a place
To wipe the guilt free from my face
If there was a time for mercy in my life
It's right now
If I were down on my knees
Would it all be in vain
But for now I'll believe
Until there's some better way
And my pages turn
Til I've got nothing to say
Now the days with no dawn
Are coming of age
Last time I checked I'm at 35 sins
Another won't matter 'cause I'm never gonna win
Holding onto a ghost that I can't save
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