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Lyrics
I bought a TV from an antique shop on Main,
Dust on the dials, little crack in the frame
The owner said, “Yeah, that used to be my dad’s,
Sat in the corner through the good and the bad
He don’t need it now,” then he nodded like he knew,
Said, “That screen won’t show you news, it shows you what it wants to.”
It’s not the end, it’s not automatic
But it’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
Same old world, just a different angle
Hope still breathing through the static
It’s not perfect, it’s not dramatic
Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
The night was loud, the tension hung heavy,
Every channel talking fast, nothing steady
Then that old screen cut in, calm and clear,
Said a major war in Europe wrapped up this year
Outside my window, sirens still rang,
But for a second there, the future felt rearranged
It’s not a lie, it’s not prophetic
But it’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
Same headlines, new results
Good news slipping through the static
It’s not flashy, it’s not emphatic
Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
Next night it said diseases found their cures,
Long hard battles done, doors opened wide
Economies steadied, jobs came back,
Whole wide world found some balance at last
I looked around at the mess we’re in,
Then laughed and thought, all right, then let’s begin.
It’s not denial, it’s not fanatic
It’s a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
Not a dream — just proof
We don’t have to stay this frantic
It’s not fiction, it’s not automatic
Just a bit of magic, yeah, a bit of magic
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Upbeat, tropical dance-pop. Speed ramps. Pizzicato strings. Early 1980s analog synthesizers. Male voice.
Credits
Prompt by
Kaimanguy
KaimanguyModelAria v5
