Sara Crazy Child
Marc Bolan · Other Songs - Marc Bolan
With her pastel coloured dress
And her seductive bongo-beat
Her skin is wild like the olives
And her body's' bitter sweet
Still she's only just thirteen
And she's forgotten how to dream.
Her brother the juke-box King
With his venom mildly sting
And his knowledge twisted hair
And his 1920's stare
He lives beneath the roadway
In a manner to his lair
In summer he's a young boy
But in winter he's a bear
Broken dusty mother Imamal'
Her face melted just like wax
Her once gazelle like features
Blooded by the lifes age old axe Received your picture postcard
Of the twosome of the one
Solely the submitted to the guillotine of their home.
Sara Crazy Child
Sara Crazy Child stands as a notable song in Marc Bolan's extensive discography, showcasing the artist's signature blend of rock and pop sensibilities. Recorded during a period of prolific output, the track reflects Bolan's ability to craft intimate narratives within a concise musical framework. While often overshadowed by his more famous glam anthems, this song highlights the softer, more experimental side of his songwriting. It fits within a broader catalogue that includes diverse works ranging from upbeat rockers to tender ballads. The recording captures the essence of Bolan's early career, where he was refining the sound that would later define the glam rock movement. Listeners can appreciate the track as a testament to his evolving artistry and his capacity to explore varied emotional landscapes through his music.