Τρία κλασικά τραγούδια του αρχετυπικού glam rocker. Το τελευταίο στη mean business διασκευή των Bongos – την πρωτοάκουσα στα middle ‘80s στο Bright Shoe, Παγκράτι.
Ο Marc Bolan είναι εκ των ων ουκ άνευ του σεπτεμβριανού κλαμπ.
Three classic songs by the archetypal glam rocker. The last one on a mean business cover by The Bongos – I first heard this in the middle ‘80s at Bright Shoe, Pagrati.
Marc Bolan is a sine qua non of the September club.

00:00 Cosmic Dancer 04:28 Children Of The Revolution 06:51 Mambo Sun

I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was out
I was dancing when I was out
I danced myself right out the womb
I danced myself right out the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself right out the womb
I was dancing when I was eight
I was dancing when I was eight
Is it strange to dance so late?
Is it strange to dance so late?
Oh, ohh-oh
I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon? (Oh)
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man?
What’s it like to be a loon?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh, ohh-oh
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself into the tomb
But then again
Once more
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
I danced myself out of the womb

Well, you can bump and grind, it is good for your mind
Well, you can twist and shout, let it all hang out
But you won’t fool the children of the revolution
No, you won’t fool the children of the revolution, no no no
Well, you can tear a plane in the falling rain
I drive a Rolls Royce ’cause it’s good for my voice
But you won’t fool the children of the revolution
No, you won’t fool the children of the revolution, no no no, yeah
But you won’t fool the children of the revolution
No, you won’t fool the children of the revolution
No, you won’t fool the children of the revolution
No, you won’t fool the children of the revolution, no way, yeah, wow

Beneath the bebop moon
I want to croon with you
Beneath the mambo sun
I got to be the one with you
My life’s a shadowless horse
If I can’t get across to you
In the alligator rain
My heart’s all pain for you
Girl you’re good
And I’ve got wild knees for you
On a mountain range
I’m Dr. Strange for you
Upon a savage lake
Make no mistake I love you
I got a powder-keg leg
And my wig’s all pooped for you
With my hat in my hand
I’m a hungry man for you
I got stars in my beard
And I feel real weird for you
Beneath the bebop moon
I’m howling like a loon for you
Beneath the mambo sun
I’ve got to be the one for you