Strange Orchestras (Bolan) - 1:47

Saw a face in a conical of lace, it was a strange orchestra
Manikin skin pounding on a bass-drum, strange orchestra

Lilliputian, evil in the eyes of the man with the leaf harp
He lusts for the urchin hiding under mountains of mole skin

A big cat like t-tyrannosaurus going to Lilliput
The ensemble make a tiny rumble, the cellist solos

The sky blackens and the bass string slackens
And they stand statuesquely
Then they giggle and they wiggle through the door
In the big dark oak tree