Perfecte popsong du jour: Cosmic Dancer

Marc Bolan in een – ongebruikelijke – introspectieve en melancholieke stemming. De luisterrijke orkestratie doet meer denken aan Simon & Garfunkel ten tijde van ‘Bridge Over Troubled Water’ dan aan glamrock. Bolan schudde ten tijde van Slider en Electric Warrior dit soort perfecte liedjes schijnbaar moeiteloos uit de mouw, een uitbarsting van creativiteit die helaas niet langer dan twee jaar duurde.

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?

I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon?
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

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