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.
1 | Children of The Revolution |
2 | Hot Love |
3 | Ballrooms Of Mars |
4 | Deborah |
5 | Main Man |
6 | Kiss Her Hold Her |
7 | Teenage Dream |
8 | Rip Off |
9 | All Alone |
10 | By The Light Of A Magical Moon |