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 🖤
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.
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.)
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 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?
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?❤🪄💜
@@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
