From the recording Mr Magic (Through the Smoke)
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. Through the smoke we see. Mr. Magic is the torch, guiding us beyond the haze. With every strum, his spirit whispers, a melody splitting through the darkness like a shooting star, a fusion where jazz and rock collide. This is a song of the unseen.
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

