Lay for the Day 10th May

The birthday of Fred Astaire, transcendent terpsichorean and titan of tap, in Omaha, Nebraska in 1899.

Magic Be

There’s a tremor in the atmosphere,
There’s a buzzing in the air down here.
When we dance life’s sweet and light
And there’s a party in the street tonight.
I want you to
Come dancing, up closer,
I want you
To move with me.
You know you could
Believe in this moment
And let this magic be.

Cause it’s magic
When you’re with me,
Pure magic when you’re with me.

Oh you don’t have to impress,
Just move and lose your stress.
You don’t have to strut your stuff,
All you do is show your love.
You know you could
Come dancing, up closer,
Pure sweetness,
Move with me.
The time is now,
Believe in this moment
And let this magic be.

We got dreadlocks, we got skins,
We got brown and we got pink,
Ragamuffin, soul boy too,
We got punks, what –
We got punks, what Ð
We got punks, what tribe are you?

Now the night sky is black
And the stars up there are shining bright.
Down here we’re shining right back,
Jumping our blues out of sight.

You got cares and we got cures.
Give you ours if you give us yours.
Hurt in soul or a pain in mind.
Let your body,
Get your body,
Set your body free in time.

I’m ready now.
Let’s you and me
Shake off all of our shackles
And go to where we can feel free.
You want me to
Believe in this moment
And let this magic be.

Magic be…

Words and music by The Children

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