Willi Carlisle
Old Ties plays Ozark Mountain Home
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'Tales From Critterland' - store.willicarlisle.com/collections/frontpage
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
'Tales From Critterland' - store.willicarlisle.com/collections/frontpage
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
'Tales From Critterland' - store.willicarlisle.com/collections/frontpage
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
Written by WILLI CARLISLE
Track List:
1. The Arrangements Intro
2. The Arrangements
3. Critterland Intro
4. Critterland
5. High Tone Dance Intro
6. High Tone Dance
7. Penny Evans Intro
8. Penny Evans
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
'Tales From Critterland' - store.willicarlisle.com/collections/frontpage
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
Writtern by Willi Carlisle
'Tales From Critterland' - store.willicarlisle.com/collections/frontpage
Shot by Wyatt Andrews
Engineered by Jared Libby
Edited by Tiny Viking Productions
Stream the record here: willicarlisle.lnk.to/critterland
Written by: Willi Carlisle
Produced by: Darrell Scott
Video by: Jesse Weeden
@thelasttroubadours
www.willicarlisle.com
Proceeds from the song go to Hope In The Hills (healingappalachia.org), one of the many much-needed nonprofits fighting opioid addiction.
Credits:
Video by Mike Vanata of Western AF (westernaf.net)
Actors:
Jess Harp
Ben Robbins
Arkansas School for Mathematics, Science, and Arts
Song Co-written by: Billy Keane
Song Produced by: Darrell Scott
Shot in Hot Springs, AR at The Art Church, West Mountain, and The Central Theater
Stream/Pre-order the record here: willicarlisle.lnk.to/higher
Written by: Willi Carlisle
Produced by: Darrell Scott
Video by: Jesse Weeden
@thelasttroubadours
www.willicarlisle.com
Written by: Willi Carlisle, Billy Keane
Produced by: Darrell Scott
Artwork by: Whitney Hayward
www.willicarlisle.com
Stream/Pre-Order: willicarlisle.lnk.to/critterland
Dedicated to the fine folks of Meadowcreek, Fox, Mount Olive, and Mountain View, Arkansas.
Written by: Willi Carlisle
Produced by: Darrell Scott
Artwork by: Whitney Hayward
www.willicarlisle.com
Stream/Pre-Order: willicarlisle.lnk.to/critterland
Stream/Pre-order the record here: willicarlisle.lnk.to/critterland
Dedicated to the fine folks of Meadowcreek, Fox, Mount Olive, and Mountain View, Arkansas.
Written by: Willi Carlisle
Produced by: Darrell Scott
Video by: Julie Bates
www.willicarlisle.com
Video by Mike Vanata of Western AF (westernaf.net)
Consider Donating to Help the Homeless in Denver, CO, where portions of this video occur:
metrocaring.org
Van Drivers
- Kristen "Sparky" Lamberson
- Jackson Clarendon
- Shawn Hess
Van Party Peeps are ROCK BOTTOM STRING BAND
Special thanks to: Ruffed Up Duck / Prairie Monarch Bison Ranch / Alpine Motors
Willi Carlisle: Words, Acoustic Guitar
Grant D’Aubin: Bass, Acoustic Guitar
Chris Stafford: Electric guitar, Pedal steel
Jim Kolacek: Drums
Joel Savoy: Tambourine
Lyrics:
Well I quit my job making minimum wage
I look fairly well twice and act half my age
I’m looking for somewhere that can handle the rage
Of a young man on the run
With rarely paid taxes and shitty insurance
And a glove box full of summons and warrants
And a finely-tuned wish that things were that weren’t
You could say I was lookin’ for fun
So I bought an ‘01 red Dodge Ram
Bought two pints of whiskey and a 30 of Hamm’s
Now I’m peein’ in bottles and eatin’ from cans
But ya can’t call me homeless, cause I live in my van
They call it…
Vanlife, I been told this
It’s a fine life, I’ve been sold this
But it’s a fine line between having to and choosin’ it
Let’s roll up, let’s blow this!
Well the 7-Eleven is a sure bellyache
I subsist upon a mere wake-and-bake
Talledaga to Chicago’s lakes
I’ll take your largest queso
And all the girls from Chickamauga to Passamaquoddy
Speak enviously of my van’s, rusty body
And this old thing might just be a Bugatti
The way I get it to sixty from zero
Yeah I’m sixty miles of Fargo on a northern track
I’m burnin rubber no lookin’ back
Pushin’ that thang like a maniac
I get tipped out like a stripper, in singles and crack
Man I wish someone would fund Amtrak
Instead it’s the…
Well the south of San Louie can be a lil’ gritty
It’s a far cry from Seattle’s tent cities
All in all life’s pretty pretty
From the Starship Enterprise
Still a guy with a house and a big old lawn
Thinks his block’s too good for me to park on
And bangs on my door with a letter that tells
About a thousand ways he can make my life hell
And he’s worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass
Robbed me blind and siphoned the gas
At least I know that guy needed it bad
Oh I wish that old boy well
In the meantime a cop is bangin’ my door
Tellin’ me I can't park here no more
And what can you do, friends, whaddaya say?
Rev up the engine and drive away
Chalk it up to the…
It’s a sexy kinda lifestyle for certain folks
Fractal highways, friends like smoke
It all goes up and you end up alone
It’s like the internet is your real home
Call of the wild, call of the road
The endless search for a free commode
I’m a trucker of emotive payloads
Backed up on guitar
Yeah I’m a public park patron, library sleuth
I’m a thrift store grifter of Western suits
Wringin’ out three chords and the truth
Like a washrag on the bar
Every time I’m feeling down on my luck
Think I might trade it in for a coupla bucks
Here’s some guy like Elon Musk
Talking about how we’re all gonna get cyber trucks
And I think, God, life must be easy when you’re one of these dang rich…
Gentlemen
And I’m pretty sure that I prefer the…
Let’s roll up
Let’s smoke ‘er down
It’s a big rig, new town
It’s the same old night
The whole world over
Whole world over
Sittin’ sad and wonderin’ why
Meritocracy’s a lie
Oh let’s blow this!
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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.
My videographer and ride-or-die Damen Washington filmed this right after a huge, gig-destroying rainstorm in Kansas. The black cat heard us and joined us. Stay blue, friends.
www.willicarlisle.com
Thanks to Uncle Dave for raising these beautiful cattle, to Izard County, Arkansas for being beautiful, and for my main squeeze for holdin' the dang phone.
You can still pre-order the new record-- this song isn't on it, but boy howdy you'll hear me singin' it in your town someday.
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Love you all!