Track 7 of the album Blur Season · 2019
Raffle Ticket, Number Forty-Two
by Moth Static
“A raffle ticket, number forty-two, and a tiny bit of hope. The drum machine gets to be a little silly here.”
lo-fi · lo-fi · bedroom pop · 3:04
Lyrics
Paper ticket in my pocket Number forty-two Folding chairs and fairy lights And a table full of glue Someone reads the numbers out I hold my breath and wait Then they call my little number And I can't believe my fate I won a jar of marbles I won a tiny prize I won a jar of marbles And the sun is in my eyes Small wins, small wins They shine the brightest to me I won a jar of marbles And the whole room sings with me Walking home with glass hands rolling Blue and green and gold Every little win is bigger When you're laughing, brave and bold Neighbours cheer me down the street I hold the jar up high Nobody has ever won Such a lovely little prize I won a jar of marbles I won a tiny prize I won a jar of marbles And the sun is in my eyes Small wins, small wins They shine the brightest to me I won a jar of marbles And the whole room sings with me Number forty-two Number forty-two Lucky little number Number forty-two I won a jar of marbles I won a tiny prize I won a jar of marbles And the sun is in my eyes Small wins, small wins They shine the brightest to me I won a jar of marbles And the whole room sings with me Number forty-two Small wins shine