Post by Jaidan al'Coriman on Mar 5, 2006 0:29:53 GMT -5
Slide of Hand'
Flashing lights pulse to the beating of a thousand racing hearts,
The artist takes a stand and as he twirls about his white gloved hands,
He lends a smile and shoots a wink, these illusions all to make you think,
Your as much a part of the show as the orchestra who's playing starts;
Thrilling rhythms to match the stunts hear 'Ooohs' and 'Aaahs' among the crowd,
Pigeons to doves and back again, flock from the hands of this talented man,
Who though at first seems strange and queer, who's reackless manner shows no fear,
Is just another face who's coloured character takes his place in front of those who cheer out loud.
But is his slide of hand the magic trick at all, or something more intense?
The cards and knives and tricky things, the jaded glitter and flashy rings,
All part of something bigger yet, who's impact extends beyond the set,
And fills that present desire to see beyond the norm, and satisfyies your hidden, so strane sense?
Flashing lights pulse to the beating of a thousand racing hearts,
The artist takes a stand and as he twirls about his white gloved hands,
He lends a smile and shoots a wink, these illusions all to make you think,
Your as much a part of the show as the orchestra who's playing starts;
Thrilling rhythms to match the stunts hear 'Ooohs' and 'Aaahs' among the crowd,
Pigeons to doves and back again, flock from the hands of this talented man,
Who though at first seems strange and queer, who's reackless manner shows no fear,
Is just another face who's coloured character takes his place in front of those who cheer out loud.
But is his slide of hand the magic trick at all, or something more intense?
The cards and knives and tricky things, the jaded glitter and flashy rings,
All part of something bigger yet, who's impact extends beyond the set,
And fills that present desire to see beyond the norm, and satisfyies your hidden, so strane sense?
