Willi Carlisle || "Tulsa's Last Magician" || from 'Peculiar, Missouri'
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- Опубликовано: 14 окт 2024
- Friends, I'm proud of this first single from the new record. The whole thing will be out July 15. Hope you enjoy. -Willi
Pre-Save or Pre-Order the new record: lnk.to/peculia...
Lyrics:
Well Tulsa’s last magician got his start at four
Pulled a quarter from his own ear and spun it on the floor
Since there’s no good tricks but old ones and lyin’ ain’t that hard
He saved up all his quarters and bought a deck of cards
And he learned ragtime piano, though his teacher thought him slow
Got a black belt in karate from a pawn shop video
And he’d practice all his worst mistakes in a dirty bathroom mirror
And when his mother drank, he learned to disappear
And his classmates thought him funny and good at sleight of hand
But he had this grand finale that they refused to understand
It’s hard to tell the whole truth of a family sawed in half
And that’s why Tulsa’s last magician left his home so fast
Well down and out in Reno, broke in Santa Fe
Turnin’ tricks on Los Sueñeros out in the Californ-i-ay
They pushed him up against a wall said buddy get a grip
So he learned to set himself on fire on the Las Vegas strip
Then he wandered down to Tampa, blew everybody’s mind
‘Cause the crowd was cheap and easy there, on beer and blow and wine
They said I wonder where my dollar went, how’d the flower bloom so fast
He said I can’t reveal my secret, though they rarely failed to ask
And the crowd all thought him funny, and good at sleight of hand
But he had this grand finale they refused to understand
They demanded explanation when the card pulled was their own
And that’s why Tulsa’s last magician lost his faith and headed home
Well he said he’d learn computers, like his second foster dad
And free-range all the rabbits that were livin’ in his hat
His investments all went swimmingly, he had the boss on hidden strings
His promotions were a certainty, he could make the numbers sing
Now time and space is easy for magic to control
Still it was forty years of workin’ ‘fore he noticed he was old
And now his great escaping act is just untying both his shoes
And most days he’s in the easy chair, yellin’ at the news
And the weatherman is funny and talkin’ with his hands
But black clouds are comin’ in, and no one understands
That somebody’s true religion’s always someone else’s joke
And that’s why Tulsa’s last magician pretty much went up in smoke
So friend if you’re the kind that thinks no one quite gets quite what you are
Like you’re cobbler or mechanic in this age of flying cars
If you think that you see right behind what’s right before our eyes
You might be a small town’s last magician in disguise
And we need you to be funny, please be good at sleight of hand
‘Cause there’s a grand finale we can’t hope to understand
And there’s a 1 in 52 chance it’s all magic and it’s true
So won’t you please help us believe in you?
Credits:
Video/Animation by Dan MacDonald
Willi Carlise: Words, Guitar
Grant D’Aubin: Bass, Mandolin
Jim Kolacek: Drums
Joel Savoy: Dobro, Accordion
Produced by Joel Savoy at Valcour Records in Eunice, LA.
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I was a foster kid, and always the class clown. Humor helped me cope. Was sent this song by a friend and I’ve listened to it on repeat this morning just having myself a good cry for the first time in a long while. Thank you for this song and thank you to the fellow magicians out there 🖤
John Prine would have adored this song
Holy fuckkk. The writing is out of this world. 🤯 this album is gonna be tits! Happy to know you Willi! Buying the record right now!
Means a lot coming from a writer. Thanks, Guy. Hope our paths cross again.
As a professional magician and a lover of storytelling songs, this performance hits home from many directions. So, honest, genuine, and relatable. I love everything about this song-a BIG WELL DONE to all those involved in creating this beautiful piece of art.
This one would do John Prine proud. Beautiful work--> keep going Willi Carlisle, you're onto something.
Hanging on in Utah.
You have every right to be proud of that one, Mr. Carlisle. I believe you've just written a classic.
Today's poets, tomorrow's prophet's. Thanks for keeping it alive.
You’re a gem, Willi
Wow. Vivid images of my childhood in rural Lake of the Ozarks.
holy smoke that is beautiful
Keep up the good work this is what country music should be!
Every song by Willi just gets better & better ❤️
Will Carlise, this song is incredible. Can't tell you how much I like it. It resonates powerfully with the book I'm writing. (BTW, I think your writing proves there are still some magicians out there.)
This is such a good song Willi
yep this is it right here brother
Thanks friend can't wait to hear from songs from ya.
Come on, this song is the bollocks, drinking guiness playing this same song for an hour over and over on my vinyl. Thank you Willi I owe you
Crying again at yet another beautiful Willi Carlisle song. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
I can't stop listening to this song.
Stumbled upon this song, wow. Great song and a great storytelling . Keep on keeping on my man.
COME TO TULSA WILLI
juuust played there! ;) I'll be back though!
Call me when you're in town
A perfect song
Wow, I am trying to be a songwriter, I may have to retire after hearing this, I don't think I will ever be able to better than this!!!!
Well Tulsa's last magician got her start at four
...
Since there's no good tricks but old ones and lyin' ain't that hard
And she learned ragtime, though her teacher thought her slow
...
And she'd practice all her worst mistakes in a dirty bathroom mirror
...
she learned to disappear 😶🌫
...
And her classmates thought her funny.
But she had this grand finale they refused to understand
It's hard to tell the whole truth of a family sawed in half
And that's why Tulsa's last magician left her home so fast
...
She said I can't reveal my secret, though they rarely failed to ask
...
Still it was forty years of workin' 'fore she noticed she was old
And now her great escaping act is just untying both her shoes
And most days she's in the easy chair, yellin' at the news
...
And the weatherman is funny and talkin' with his hands
But black clouds are comin' in, and no one understands
That somebody's true religion's always someone else's joke
And that's why Tulsa's last magician pretty much went up in smoke
So friend if you're the kind that thinks
No one quite gets quite what you are
Like you're cobbler or mechanic in this age of flying cars
If you think that you see right behind what's right before our eyes
You might be a small town's last magician in disguise
And we need you to be funny, please be good at sleight of hand
'Cause there's a grand finale we can't hope to understand
And there's a 1 in 52 chance it's all magic and it's true
So won't you please help us believe in you?❤🪄💜
God, I love this song
Such a poignant song. If I could only experience one more concert it would be with Willi at a house concert venue. Thanks, Willi! I love the studio version. Very tastefully produced.
I feel fortunate that I've already seen this performed live. So good. I really admire Willi & am excited to watch this journey he is on.
Just heard your song today. Great job! Love it!
Amazing song. Really makes me feel.
Thanks Willi
So good! The instrumentation adds so much after just hearing it with guitar and vocals live! Can’t wait for Heart’s a Big Tent and Dry County Dust
I’m from Tulsa, this is beautiful.
Stunning. Been needing something like this for a while now. Makes the heart sing.
This is just such a wonderful song, Will! I keep coming back to it, again and again and again. Thank you for doing what you do.
Excellent stuff, sir. From one Arky songwriter to another. Wish you all the best!
I sing along to this most nights putting my 3 young boys to sleep.
Keep up the good work big man.
Ps, any chance of the lyrics?
Much love from Ireland.
Well Tulsa’s last magician got his start at four
Pulled a quarter from his own ear and spun it on the floor
Since there’s no good tricks but old ones and lyin’ ain’t that hard
He saved up all his quarters and bought a deck of cards
And he learned ragtime piano, though his teacher thought him slow
Got a black belt in karate from a pawn shop video
And he’d practice all his worst mistakes in a dirty bathroom mirror
And when his mother drank, he learned to disappear
And his classmates thought him funny and good at sleight of hand
But he had this grand finale they just couldn't understand
It’s hard to tell the whole truth of a family sawed in half
And that’s why Tulsa’s last magician left his home so fast
Well down and out in Reno, broke in Santa Fe
Turnin’ tricks on Los Sueñeros out in Californ-i-ay
They pushed him up against a wall, said "buddy get a grip"
So he learned to set himself on fire on the Las Vegas strip
Then he wandered down to Tampa, blew everybody’s mind
‘Cause the crowd was cheap and easy there, on beer and blow and wine
They said I wonder where my dollar went, how’d the flower bloom so fast
He said "I can’t reveal my secret, though they rarely failed to ask"
And the crowd all thought him funny, and good at sleight of hand
But he had this grand finale they refused to understand
They demanded explanation when the card pulled was their own
And that’s why Tulsa’s last magician lost his faith and headed home
Well he said he’d learn computers, like his second foster dad
And free-range all the rabbits that were livin’ in his hat
His investments all went swimmingly, he had the cash on hidden strings
His promotions were a certainty, he could make the numbers sing
Now time and space is easy for magic to control
Still it was forty years of workin’ ‘fore he noticed he was old
And now his great escaping act is just untying both his shoes
And most days he’s in the easy chair, yellin’ at the news
And the weatherman is funny and talkin’ with his hands
But black clouds are comin’ in, and no one understands
That somebody’s true religion’s always someone else’s joke
And that’s how Tulsa’s last magician pretty much went up in smoke
So friend if you’re the kind that thinks no one quite gets quite what you are
Like you’re cobbler or mechanic in this age of flying cars
If you think that you see right behind what’s right before our eyes
You might be a small town’s last magician in disguise
And we need you to be funny, please be good at sleight of hand
‘Cause there’s a grand finale we can’t hope to understand
And there’s a 1 in 52 chance it’s real magic and it’s true
So won’t you please help us believe in you?
@@Chevyshovel thanks champ 👍
Love this one Willi!
Already my new favorite. Love your stuff man!
Thank you, Willi ♥️♥️♥️
YES, I was so hoping this would be on the new record!
Oh I was waiting for this!! Amazing song 💜
It's taken me atleast a week to realize why the WC looked familiar then I realized CW McCalls looks the same
And yes I know it's for Willi carslile but I just thought I saw it somewhere else
FUCK YES WILLIE!
Carlisle, Childers and Strings will save country music.
Don't forget Shoulders and Dylan Earl
@@andyhinners4402 also Colter wall
@@golf369
Absolutely! His is a country/blues hybrid sound rendered distinctly Canadian in his songs
"Don't be pickin' fights, with no Mennonites
don't be raisin' Cain, while they're plantin' grain
and workin' through the night"
Saskatchewan 1881
@@andyhinners4402 john r miller, too
Don’t forget Orville Peck
🤘🔥🤍🔥🤘
Song of the year