The toad road licked my wheels like a sabre
Winds of the marsh lightly blew
Stonejars 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
| 1 | Iscariot |
| 2 | Satisfaction Pony |
| 3 | Warlord Of The Royal Crocodiles |
| 4 | I Really Love You Babe |
| 5 | Universe |
| 6 | Left Hand Luke |
| 7 | Oh Harley (The Saltimbanques) |
| 8 | Ride My Wheels |
| 9 | Groove A Little |
| 10 | Mad Donna |