Mr Magic (Through The Smoke) is our vision of Amy unchained, a female Hendrix, in trance with Grover Washington Jr.'s transcending themes. It's all about creative freedom to stir between genres and moods, a shelter away from rules that force uniformity. Starting with a free jazz improv, it morphs into a jazz-funk rhythm with gritty vocals and heavy yet flamboyant guitars.
Lyrics
Every day I see you
My hands were made for you
And you always give me stress-free point of view
Pick you up after school
Mr. Magic
Take a token
Mr. Magic
Of my love
Mr. Magic
I see you through the smoke
Without you I'm misery
Blue without my green
All the songs sound better when you're next to me
'cuz you come naturally
Mr. Magic
Take a token
Mr. Magic
Of my love
Mr. Magic
I see you through the smoke
Laying on my bed
I reach over for you
And you so fresh you even make the standards new
Burn the tip to get you through
Mr. Magic
Take a token
Mr. Magic
Of my love
Mr. Magic
I see you through the smoke