MOTT THE HOOPLE through the looking glass (1974)
Through The Looking Glass is a song by Mott the Hoople.
Lyrics
I'm feelin' ugly, I'm feelin low, mornin' mirror, you ain't no rose Did I mean it or did I lie or did I dream it? Oh Christ, I'm tired
Why then did you have to grin now the blood rolls down my chin Oh you know you painted so much blue and I'm much younger than that too Oh mirror, what did I do to you?
And you're my voyeur, see every line chase them to destinations On through time and you're my diary, yeah The bitter truth, unexpurgated a mis-spent youth
Oh, do you have to paint teeth green when they're snowy, white and clean? Do you have to make eyes red when they're clear and fresh instead? Oh mirror, I wish you'd lose your head
Sometimes I'm on a gig, and I'm feelin' kinda good I run and look at you just like a pop star would But you just glare at me with those dark accusing eyes That say,"My make-up's good", I'd like to, I'd like so much to
Oh, I'll never look at you again 'cause I'm really not that vain Seven years bad luck ain't that long before I smash you, hear my song Oh mirror, I'm sorry you were wrong