The Magician – Hippies (Feat. Two Another) | Νέο Τραγούδι | Lyrics
Ο Βέλγος DJ και παραγωγός the Magician συνεχίζει το εντυπωσιακό του ξεκίνημα στο 2021 με το νέο του single “Hippies”, το οποίο είναι σε συνεργασία με τους Two Another.
Όταν τον ρώτησαν για το τραγούδι ο remixer του “I Follow Rivers” είπε “Φανταστείτε σ’ ένα studio να είναι ένα group από την Βραζιλία με rave παραγωγό από τα 90s και τον Prince να φτιάχνουν όλοι μαζί μουσική.
Το αποτέλεσμα είναι ένα groove hit, όπου θα σας ταξιδέψει μακριά απ’ αυτόν το κόσμο. Σ’ ένα μέρος ελευθερίας!”.
To “HIPPIES” κυκλοφορεί από την Panik Records και την Sony Music.
The Magician – Hippies | Lyrics
Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it’s 1966
What’s your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don’t forget me, though
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it’s 1966
What’s your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don’t forget me, though
Oh, will you please know how to party?
Oh, will you please know how to move?
Oh, will you please know how to party?
Oh, will you please know how to move? Hey
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Like a hippie boomer with constellations
Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes
Until the morning with their arms open
‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip
Follow all the yellow bricks
Take the top off your lip
Like it’s 1966
What’s your scene? Lucid dreams
Kind that taste like gasoline
Throw myself
And don’t forget me, though
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
