Brian’s Box of Magic Tricks

[Intro – hypnotic bass riff, congas, wah-wah guitar, flute answers] [Extended instrumental groove] [Verse 1] Brian's got a wooden box With a rusty little key Keeps it underneath his bed Where nobody can see Monday through to Thursday He's as ordinary as the rest But Friday comes around again And Brian gets undressed [Verse 2] There's skunk weed in a paper bag And acid wrapped in gold A little jar of mushrooms With a story to be told No rabbits and no playing cards No mirrors, smoke or string Just Brian and his magic box And the trouble it can bring [Pre-Chorus] Seven o'clock, the curtains close The Friday evening circus grows One little click, the lid comes free And Brian's somewhere else entirely [Chorus – layered harmonies, huge bass groove] Brian's box of magic tricks Tick-tock, the universe clicks Round and round the colours go Where they stop, nobody knows Brian's box of magic tricks A little bit of cosmic politics Friday night and the world's gone strange Brian's rearranged his brain [Instrumental – flute melody, psychedelic wah guitar, deep rolling bass] [Verse 3] The wallpaper is breathing And the carpet starts to crawl There's a gentleman from Saturn Having tea inside the wall The kettle's singing opera The clock has lost its hands And Brian's conducting traffic For an invisible brass band [Verse 4] The television's talking In a language made of blue A mushroom in the corner Says, "I used to look like you" There's a thousand tiny drummers Marching underneath the floor And Brian's having trouble With the handle on the door [Pre-Chorus] Midnight comes, the shadows bend The ceiling's looking like a friend A little laugh, a little fright It's Brian's usual Friday night [Chorus – full band, psychedelic vocal harmonies] Brian's box of magic tricks Tick-tock, the universe clicks Round and round the colours go Where they stop, nobody knows Brian's box of magic tricks A little bit of cosmic politics Friday night and the world's gone strange Brian's rearranged his brain [Extended Instrumental Jam – 32 bars] [Deep dub bass improvisation] [Interlocking congas and syncopated drums] [Hammond organ and flute trading melodic phrases] [Wah-wah guitar develops into a soaring fuzz solo] [Gradual psychedelic crescendo] [Bridge – stripped back to bass, hand percussion and whispered vocal] Saturday morning The sun's coming through The box is sitting quietly Like it hasn't got a clue Brian looks around himself At the wreckage of the night The moon is in the kitchen And the sun's a little bright [Breakdown – bass and congas, whispered harmonies] Close the lid Turn the key Nothing here For you to see Close the lid Hide the tricks See you Friday After six [Final Chorus – explosive psychedelic rock, soaring harmonies] Brian's box of magic tricks Tick-tock, the universe clicks Round and round the colours go Where they stop, nobody knows Brian's box of magic tricks A little bit of cosmic politics Friday night and the world's gone strange Brian's rearranged his brain [Outro – extended instrumental groove] [Flute reprises the main melodic hook] [Fuzz guitar answers over an increasingly hypnotic bassline] [Percussion gradually strips away] [Final isolated bass riff] [End]