Written, recorded, programmed and produced by Uly Mars.

You might as well live under my magical hat
I see, when rent is due
You banking it in a neglected imagination
Won’t you come in, and stay a while?
And though your home is but your troubles’ bed
Around my kitchen table you can be somebody new
Someone somewhat less afraid of their neighbours

And in the morning on the table
There will only be
Only a shed skin and a hat black,
Black of the most midnight degree

And if we can’t live in it
Why, then we’ll ride it
Why, then we’ll ride in it baby
Jump inside my magical hat
And I’ll dispense
Three lifetimes’ wisdom’s wealth
I never was that much good at
Anything else other than that

And when I’ve settled on means to transformation for you
I’ll bake them in a pie
Though they always turn out more the texture of a crumble
A scent in your nose, and a song in your ear,
And the will to change in your head
Everyone around my kitchen table will meet somebody new
Even if they’re the only one sat there

I will show you who you really are
If you can just push yourself too far
You might be one of those happy few
To hunt the gravest game, a ye that once you knew

Magical Hats

Uly Mars