Recorded at Todd's Studio in Berkeley, CA
Folk, rooted in rock, and infused with beach music
Check out THE ARCADISTS. I put down the Taylor and picked up a Strat a couple years ago. Probably will go back to the acoustic rock someday, but am having a great time with my band.
Lyrics
In the beggining,
You were taught to read write and do arithmatic,
but the one thing she made me see is none of those things matter... at all
Unless you listen to the words of the professor,
I confess to you,
she made me listen.
But sooner or later,
we'll wind up where we're supposed to be,
and I look to my creator,
for the time has come to follow fantasies, I believe, I want what I see in magazines.
Where do I begin?
I guess you could call me the magic man,
Pulling rabbits out of top hats,
making wise cracks, I thought it made a difference,
But you saw through all that though,
and in those moments she stole the show,
and that made a difference.
But sooner or later,
We'll wind up where we're supposted to be,
and I look to my creator,
cuase the time has come to follow fantasies, I believe, I want what I see in magazines.
Oh no, Oh no,
I'll never doubt your love that you where on your shoulder, I told her.
This spell that I'm under, I don't think it will ever disappear.
This never ending appeal, I now see clear, that this love is for real.
I know....
it's real...
I know...
it's real...
I know it's real
