Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Butte Magic, artist - Brad stank. Album song Eternal Slowdown, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 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.» |