Chariots of Silk (Bolan) - 2:27

The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stone jars stacked with stars on her shoulders
Hunters of pity she slew

Chariots of Silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned

A mad mage with a maid on his eyebrows
Hunteth the realm for a god
Who could teach him the craft of decanting
The glassy entrails of a frog

The bard of my birth with his ballet
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For the black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass