© 2006 Midnight Island Music
Magic is as magic does It's just the same it ever was Everyone will stand and cheer If you can make things disappear There's nothing new beneath the sun The trick is knowing how it's done Dropped through a trap or pushed offstage In the flies or in a cage Still here I want to see the recipes For separating sand and oil Take the mixture off the boil And cool it down to swamp and trees The old effects were pretty good The burning bush went on and on Seems to me those days are gone Nothing left but blackened wood Landscapes lit by orange gels Another nervous volunteer The rabbit sits transfixed with fear In a box of empty spells Smoke and mirrors line of sight The big illusions mounted twice Men with airplanes and dry ice Flying memory through the night