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magicians and outlaws - beans on toast lyrics

[verse 1]
trading songs around a table in a tavern in seattle
the blue moon on 45th becomes a tabernacle
almost a place of worship, for me at least
my favourite office, favourite bar is home for this evening’s gig
and sure, i’ve had better shows, there was a drunk guy at the front
screaming through the quiet songs, “play the mdma one”
but he paid good money and i hope he had a good time
one of the 54 people who came to hear mе sing tonight
and that might not feel like many, but it made me feel proud
and hе held me close and she thanked me for coming out
and now the show is over, most folks have drifted off
i wouldn’t say that’s where the party started, but it sure didn’t stop
and there’s a borrowed piano and a stolen melody
rescued from a treasure chest buried deep at sea

[chorus]
by the outlaws and magicians, angels of the cia
fixing the system from the inside out ’cause sometimes that’s the only way
the economy is collapsing and you’re in your pyjamas
staring at the sky through a telescope, looking for a star called sirius
and your brother’s been arrested with a suitcase full of drugs
dressed up as a priest at the airport in bangkok
bamboozled by the art scene, might as well be timbuktu
you’ll end up bussing tables, painting portraits of a spoon
so you can have your tarot read, you can hitch a ride
to a roadside attraction to find the body of jesus christ
but the gods only exist for as long as the people believe in them
and you can hear the bagpipes playing, if you listen out for them
[post*chorus]
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon

[verse 2]
you see, the moon is out there somewhere and everyone’s acting accordingly
i can taste it in my mouth, but she hasn’t shown herself to me
there’s a mural being painted on the wall outside
and there’s a history inside that’s hard to hide
the gasworks at the lakeside look like a time machine
something a crazy scientist might conjure up in a dream
a mountain on the horizon beyond the city limits
the sp*ce needle looks like a penthouse that ain’t got n0body in it
and there’s still time for a flying visit to see the fremont troll
my friend tyler’s showing us around, he used to live here a long time ago
and bruce lee is laid to rest on the other side of town
as a seaplane comes into land on the puget sound
feels like sacred ground

[chorus]
to the outlaws and magicians, angels of the cia
fixing the system from the inside out ’cause sometimes that’s the only way
the economy is collapsing and you’re in your pyjamas
staring at the sky through a telescope, looking for a star called sirius
and your brother’s been arrested with a suitcase full of drugs
dressed up as a priest at the airport in bangkok
bamboozled by the art scene, might as well be timbuktu
you’ll end up bussing tables, painting portraits of a spoon
so you can have your tarot read, you can hitch a ride
to a roadside attraction to find the body of jesus christ
but the gods only exist for as long as the people believe in them
and you can hear the bagpipes playing, if you listen out for them
[post*chorus]
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon
once in a blue moon

[outro]
once in a blue moon

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