Marc Bolan - The Perfumed Garden Of Gulliver Smith | Текст песни

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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 un-attractive
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 hidin' place a place to make a paradise to forsake
All your cares no no stairway people
And I dare you to scream, while in a dream

I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
He said that I was right and he was wrong
To play upon a 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