Prophets, Seers & Sages the Angels of the Ages은 T.Rex 1968년 두번째 작품이다. 1집보다 짧아진 곡의 런닝타임은 Proto-Punk와 Folk의 변주속에서 음유시인인 마크볼란의 특유의 가사를 담고 있는 앨범이다. 아직까지 세련되거나 정제되지 않은 T.Rex 태초의 모습을 듣고 싶은이들에게 1집과 함께 강력하게 추천해줄만한 음반!확장판으로 싱글과 사이드 트랙 14곡을 담고 있다.
Stacey Grove he's a roaming prophet of mine, Hat full of wine. Stacey Grove he's a roving catcher of skies, Forecaster of eyes, so no lies.
Dungaree dome is decked like a pagan temple to Zeus He drinks acorn juice.
Roasting his feet by the furnace of peat, He roars at the boars who massively sleep at his feet.
Antelope head his beard skylark red Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood. And now that the gate of his evening is late He sits on a log picking ticks off the back of his dog.
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow.
The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn.
0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay.
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel Stalks a Mage, a necromancer heel, Tortured runic clasps of Aztecetian skill, The condor flies scared skies in search of Aznageel.
Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep. The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies.
A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more. He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor. A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door.
Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon Bridled with an orchid ribbon His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion Boots that ride the night sky eagle An old crone squirms upon a cushion Made from Madras silk and satin Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion. A cobra seer with the punctured ear Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear Night stood erect with brozen haunches Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo.
Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs, Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero. His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked water.
There's a crawling sensation An Astral vibration That's sucking me into your sight I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair And the piraty twist of your mouth I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game And your eyes are the sweets of my youth But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare And I'm useless at telling the truth So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed And my body is sucked through your eyes Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods Then I vanish in size.
Meeting behind the iron sling My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes Which were bleached transparent And his marble lips were paralysed We swum and ran knee deep in plasma The cello stairs reduced in size The sunken landscape eclipsing into A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes Scenescof then became a midget Scratching at the bone in my knee Then an eat without a body Listening to my mental sea Suzy sat behind some loose flesh Her pirate thoughts were both young and old Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings She held me near she felt the cold We ran just like young fauns And me I fought a great worm Sent to taste my jaguar feet And used his skin to make my wings begin I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus And flew us above some uncooked meat A plastic hook pierced through my Instep I flew too near his Brutus heart But Suzy hip to all the future Played the Victorian heroin's part With my basted leg and rusty head And Suzy in a Hipolite dream I brandished my breathing machette While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine It flew out from its eyelid island It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement It makes a sound it seemed to say Keep cool the satin sun is yours I see your youthy aura's bright Expell your tears and jungle fears I'm here it's going to be alright Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair Quick silvered from black to grey Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial And was transformed into Grecian dust And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm With a charger and a spear As he moved his limbs The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow.
The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn.
0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay.
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel Stalks a Mage, a necromancer heel, Tortured runic clasps of Aztecetian skill, The condor flies scared skies in search of Aznageel.
Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep. The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet. His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies.
A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more. He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor. A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door.
Small girl with the smiling 'gibbon Bridled with an orchid ribbon His curved brow in Scarlatti fashion Boots that ride the night sky eagle An old crone squirms upon a cushion Made from Madras silk and satin Her steel eyes hold a scimitar passion For the skull hewn in Scarlatti fashion. A cobra seer with the punctured ear Slaughtered a Malayan sun bear Night stood erect with brozen haunches Zapped the seer and gave the bear back to us Salamanda Palaganda Oh Palamino Blue Salamanda Palaganda June's Buffalo too In the Parisian zoo.
Blue ocean eyes, black panther thighs, Wonderful brown man nose like a seahawk. Musing the sea in harmony, With the sky and the wine sun that owns you. Buffalo's dead but they groan in my head Twitching my hair with the dance of their good feet. A ghostly Shawnee fed me honey, Anil washed me with oils from Narnia. Some cloudy heart blood, wept in the mud, Near the corpse of our splendid friend hero. His tattered head bent like a willow-tree tent, And his ebony surf eyes leaked water.
There's a crawling sensation An Astral vibration That's sucking me into your sight I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair And the piraty twist of your mouth I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game And your eyes are the sweets of my youth But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare And I'm useless at telling the truth So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed And my body is sucked through your eyes Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods Then I vanish in size.
Meeting behind the iron sling My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping the lice from my bed I sussed we were teleported into his head A wormy blood train expected our feet But I cradled Suzy's head in my lap And fitted the stair to her gap And led her off the Astral plane Sculpting her features in flesh Her Alice eyes scan the mythical scene And rose on the veiny snake train And prayed to his bastille sky brain The driver was a cancer growth cell His words were just recorded tapes of Hell He left us in the room of faded scrolls In a window wall we saw a good thought chained But knifed into a portion of his brain Was a whitish through back to the green Amazon leach It was interlocked between his angel eyes Which were bleached transparent And his marble lips were paralysed We swum and ran knee deep in plasma The cello stairs reduced in size The sunken landscape eclipsing into A pair of blue Tazmanian eyes Scenescof then became a midget Scratching at the bone in my knee Then an eat without a body Listening to my mental sea Suzy sat behind some loose flesh Her pirate thoughts were both young and old Reduced to wearing blonde lot earings She held me near she felt the cold We ran just like young fauns And me I fought a great worm Sent to taste my jaguar feet And used his skin to make my wings begin I sussed and stole a scene from Icarus And flew us above some uncooked meat A plastic hook pierced through my Instep I flew too near his Brutus heart But Suzy hip to all the future Played the Victorian heroin's part With my basted leg and rusty head And Suzy in a Hipolite dream I brandished my breathing machette While Scenescof prepared his Gorgon machine It flew out from its eyelid island It's Vulcan teeth and hydra spray It's scale y tang claws ripping rainbows It moved it's cave lips in worlds of movement It makes a sound it seemed to say Keep cool the satin sun is yours I see your youthy aura's bright Expell your tears and jungle fears I'm here it's going to be alright Then Scenescof screamed his charlatan hair Quick silvered from black to grey Then the Gorgon moved the lizard dial And was transformed into Grecian dust And from the sand was born a blacked horned storm With a charger and a spear As he moved his limbs The legend shaft sliced Scenescof from ear to ear.
Met a woman she's spouting prose She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I'm riding piggy-back Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labelled tenderness I'm in one hand in the other's a can
She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall Next thing I know's a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine Do the rock do the one inch rock.