[Marc Bolan]
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[Chariots of Silk]
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

Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned

Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned


The Bard of my birth with his ballet
Walked the wild worlds in the chase
For thе black chested canary
Who as a moose can sing bass
Chariots of silk shе rode
Stallions of gold she owned

Do do do do do do do do do etc

Ah, Chariots of silk she rode
Stallions of gold she owned

Do do do do la la la la la la la la etc