Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Butte Magic , by - Brad stank. Song from the album Eternal Slowdown, in the genre ПопRelease date: 06.12.2018
Record label: untitled
Song language: English
Butte Magic |
| In the winter when you put hex on me |
| Destiny and desire were quite the weaponry |
| I remember I admired every fiber of your being and your essence |
| Thanks for teaching me a lesson |
| I had trained professionals trynna' to counsel me |
| You came and suggested I try alchemy |
| On your moonlight balcony |
| We chanted a mantra |
| 'Till the phantoms flew out of me |
| The moon was a crescent the mood was electric |
| And you were undressin' for that beautiful blessin' |
| Hey presto, wrappin' up the sheets and curlin' up ten toes |
| I never meant to offend you |
| Now you stab my voodoo doll with a pencil |
| We were on the bluest pond skippin' pebbles |
| She loves me, she loves me not |
| Picking petals, it was dreadful |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skies don’t tell me otherwise |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin |
| In the summer when it’s reckless like lightnin' and thunder |
| Before you life was black and white but now I live in color |
| I have been under your spell |
| Another day, another penny in another well |
| Could have wished for three more wishes, I just wished you well |
| Could have been your magic lips, but I don’t kiss 'n tell |
| Your magic fingertips that scratch where I can’t itch myself |
| distant bell |
| She says she’ll bend some rosemary and hope we can |
| Weather faded like the hope for tomorrow |
| Now a maiden sits alone in a grotto |
| Rode the pumpkin carriage with the roads full of potholes |
| Won’t you win the lotto while we’re walkin' over hot coals |
| No happily ever after in our fantasy land |
| With an abracadabra and an alakazam |
| I know the city like the back of my hand |
| And it is magical and black as I am |
| I guess you call it |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skies, don’t tell me otherwise |
| Butte magic |
| God’s in the pinky skin, baby you ain’t a sin |
| «We could be wondering and, is there a world? |
| But I can go and talk for five- |
| ten- twenty minutes about 'Is there is a world?' |
| There is really no world. |
| Sometimes I’m walking on the ground and I see right through the ground. |
| There is no world! |
| You’ll find out.» |