black magic, snap snap, black magic, boom clap, black magic, whip snap. i'll come into your life and then i'll disappear like a black magic ship that i commandeer rather than push and shove or stick around here. i flick shoulders made of chips knocking off a few every year. take good care or yourself, drink and drink to your health, cut a new hole in your belt, or lay me across the back of your neck like an expensive pelt. i'm not a heavy coat to keep you warm in the cold. i'm not a hood above your head when it rains; it gets old. i'm a black magic boat, sails collapsed at the folds. i'm not trying to hurt you, really, you can't say you weren't told. the steel hull is sea foam lined, the steady sway is a friend of mine. anchors and dock ties in everyone's arms, throw one on my deck and despite your charm i might be hard to find.
credits
from Demos for the Demons,
track released October 20, 2010
written and produced by Sarah Marston.
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