🟧Silverhawk - (1975) Homesick Alchemy - He's Magic [v6dS01]

hard rock, psychedelic rock, classic rock

[Intro: (soft electric piano, chiming guitars swell into midtempo groove)]

[Verse 1: (smoky low female vocal over restrained hard rock band)]
there's a stack of little worries by the sink
bills and tiny accusations balanced on the brink
i walk circles through this hallway till my shoulders hum
every clumsy thought i drop turns to a beating drum

[Verse 2: (vocal warms and rises, band thickens with organ and guitar swells)]
then i hear his key turn slow inside the lock downstairs
he moves with something steady-sweet, a pull that thins the air
he moves with that familiar calm, all quiet strength and steady stride
and when he tilts my gaze to meet his own, i can't recall the why

[Instrumental Break: (band groove opens up, organ and guitar answer the last vocal line)]

[Chorus 1: (big drums, stacked harmonies, overdriven guitars)]
he's MAGIC when the room starts slipping out of frame
pulls me back together till i'm whispering his name
oooh, ahh, wrapped around the heat of his slow control
i come apart in pieces and he gathers every piece of my soul

[Guitar Solo: (melodic midtempo solo over full band, echoing vocal phrases)]

[Guitar Solo intensifies: (solo intensifies with bends and vibrato, drums and bass driving harder)]

[Verse 3: (vocal more open, rhythm section slightly more insistent)]
last night i staggered from the train with all my muscles tight
city voices in my head still picking little fights
he didn't give me speeches, didn't ask me to explain
just lifted off my jacket, brushed the buzzing from my brain

[Verse 4: (soft intimate delivery, lighter drums and subdued guitars underscoring the mood)]
one slow record on the player, curtains breathing slow
every step he took toward me said, you don't have to know
and when my doubts were shouting that i shouldn't need him this way
he kissed the noise to silence till the whole room learned to sway

[Chorus 2: (second chorus, tighter and more forceful, extra backing oohs and ahhs)]
HE'S MAGIC when my courage starts to fray at the seams
pulls the threads together till i'm floating through my dreams
HE'S MAGIC, and i let my upright careful pose collapse
he finds the hidden switch inside my chest and all the tension snaps

[Acoustic Synth Solo: (psychedelic analog lead over steady groove, long bends and glides)]

[Acoustic Synth Solo rising: (higher, more urgent phrases, rhythm section pushing forward)]

[Acoustic Synth Solo climax: (spaced, hypnotic figures, band locked into a deep late-night pocket)]

[Chorus 3: (final lifted chorus, ad-libbed female vocal climbs, dense harmonies)]
HE'S MAGIC when the daylight writes me in the wrong
turns the harshest little verdict to a slow unhurried song
HE'S MAGIC, slipping through my edges with a steady light
makes this tiny rented hideout feel like the only place that's right

[Bridge: (analog synth rips into sharp, rising phrases as the band hits full acceleration)]
oooh, ahh, oooh, ahh, if it's a spell i won't resist
let the world keep counting reasons, i just live inside the way his touch persists

[Outro: (fade on chiming guitars, organ pads, and soft vocals)]
ahh, oooh, ahh, ahh
"magic"
ahh, oooh, ahh, ahh
"magic"

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[Intro: (soft electric piano, chiming guitars swell into midtempo groove)] [Verse 1: (smoky low female vocal over restrained hard rock band)] there's a stack of little worries by the sink bills and tiny accusations balanced on the brink i walk circles through this hallway till my shoulders hum every clumsy thought i drop turns to a beating drum [Verse 2: (vocal warms and rises, band thickens with organ and guitar swells)] then i hear his key turn slow inside the lock downstairs he moves with something steady-sweet, a pull that thins the air he moves with that familiar calm, all quiet strength and steady stride and when he tilts my gaze to meet his own, i can't recall the why [Instrumental Break: (band groove opens up, organ and guitar answer the last vocal line)] [Chorus 1: (big drums, stacked harmonies, overdriven guitars)] he's MAGIC when the room starts slipping out of frame pulls me back together till i'm whispering his name oooh, ahh, wrapped around the heat of his slow control i come apart in pieces and he gathers every piece of my soul [Guitar Solo: (melodic midtempo solo over full band, echoing vocal phrases)] [Guitar Solo intensifies: (solo intensifies with bends and vibrato, drums and bass driving harder)] [Verse 3: (vocal more open, rhythm section slightly more insistent)] last night i staggered from the train with all my muscles tight city voices in my head still picking little fights he didn't give me speeches, didn't ask me to explain just lifted off my jacket, brushed the buzzing from my brain [Verse 4: (soft intimate delivery, lighter drums and subdued guitars underscoring the mood)] one slow record on the player, curtains breathing slow every step he took toward me said, you don't have to know and when my doubts were shouting that i shouldn't need him this way he kissed the noise to silence till the whole room learned to sway [Chorus 2: (second chorus, tighter and more forceful, extra backing oohs and ahhs)] HE'S MAGIC when my courage starts to fray at the seams pulls the threads together till i'm floating through my dreams HE'S MAGIC, and i let my upright careful pose collapse he finds the hidden switch inside my chest and all the tension snaps [Acoustic Synth Solo: (psychedelic analog lead over steady groove, long bends and glides)] [Acoustic Synth Solo rising: (higher, more urgent phrases, rhythm section pushing forward)] [Acoustic Synth Solo climax: (spaced, hypnotic figures, band locked into a deep late-night pocket)] [Chorus 3: (final lifted chorus, ad-libbed female vocal climbs, dense harmonies)] HE'S MAGIC when the daylight writes me in the wrong turns the harshest little verdict to a slow unhurried song HE'S MAGIC, slipping through my edges with a steady light makes this tiny rented hideout feel like the only place that's right [Bridge: (analog synth rips into sharp, rising phrases as the band hits full acceleration)] oooh, ahh, oooh, ahh, if it's a spell i won't resist let the world keep counting reasons, i just live inside the way his touch persists [Outro: (fade on chiming guitars, organ pads, and soft vocals)] ahh, oooh, ahh, ahh "magic" ahh, oooh, ahh, ahh "magic"

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