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Magic Man
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A magic man he came to town to tread the boards once more
He dreamed of all the better times when channels were just four
Whilst wandering the high street before his show began
He viewed two strangers talking and conjured up a plan
Abracadabra , alakazam
Pull the rabbit from the hat
Was it this card in your hand?
Wave the wand, now count with me, 1, 2, 3
Now that's what I call magic, there's nothing up my sleeve
Bruised and battered by rings of tradition
Scarred to the soul by the past
Hearts secured with a padlock
keys thrown away just in case you ask
It was magic that bought us together
Serendipity some would say
Two strangers collide in the heart of mankind
Conjured up on the 23rd day
Abracadabra , alakazam
Pull the rabbit from the hat,
Was it this card in your hand?
Wave the wand, now count with me, 1, 2, 3
Now that's what I call magic, there's nothing up my sleeve
In the season of goodwill and kindness
Comes a story of heartwarming love
Sliding doors you could say could have altered the way
But for the magic man there in the room
From 74 to 92
His act would mesmerize
But he had one last trick up his sleeve
Before his sad demise
Abracadabra , alakazam
Pull the rabbit from the hat
Was it this card in your hand?
Wave the wand, now count with me, 1, 2, 3
Now that's what I call magic, there's nothing up my sleeve
Now that's what I call magic, there's nothing up my sleeve
A magic man he came to town to tread the boards once more
He dreamed of all the better times when channels were just four
Whilst wandering the high street before his show began
He viewed two strangers talking and conjured up a plan
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Hold On Tight
03:04
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Is it midweek or the Sabbath, is it morning or afternoon?
Is the tide on the rise, will we see England soon?
Months afloat in this salt soaked coat with rats for company
The greys and browns provoke me in the harshest lonely sea
Wind noise carries voices, rigging amplifies the chat
A high pitched wine of dead men brought up from the black
I cup my hands across my ears, like a shell I hear the sea
No escape from the torment, my loved ones will I see
Hold on tight, the waves are getting high
Hold on tight there's danger in the sky
Can you see the harbour lights of Southwold shine so bright
Are we going home tonight?
My mind clears with the weather, relief from dead man's woe
I stare holes in the decking as I think of all I know
My children, wife and mother all standing at the door
The nightmares cease with my feet upon the shingle covered shore
Hold on tight, the waves are getting high
Hold on tight there's danger in the sky
Can you see the harbour lights of Southwold shine so bright
We're coming home tonight
So now I'm back on dry land, the ship is tethered strong
Safely in the harbour, I hear the Sirens' song
Although the sea is calling me I know she is my foe
I'm never going back again, I'm stronger than you know
Hold on tight, the waves are getting high
Hold on tight there's danger in the sky
Can you see the harbour lights of Southwold shine so bright
We're coming home tonight
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Bayfield Booth England, UK
A coming-together of two like-minded souls - Mat Bayfield & David Edward Booth - with some deep and very solid common- ground. Supported closely by Kev Walford, Kelly Bayfield and a host of close friends. Here is a band, project, happening with a mission to make the most of every minute, every ounce of energy, talent and goodwill at their disposal & to make a difference in the best way they know. ... more
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