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Brad stank

Butte Magic

 

Butte Magic

(album: Eternal Slowdown - 2018)


Stank

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 undressing for that beautiful blessing
Hey presto, wrapping up the sheets and curling up ten toes
I never meant to offend you
Now you stab my voodoo doll with a pencil
We were on the bluest pond skipping 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 lightning 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 walking 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."

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