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The Magician
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The Magician

White steam puffed up from a manhole
Like a rabbit from a hat
While I waited for Contessa
Near a bayside Laundromat
Then she rolled up in the darkness
With a long black fancy ride
Just a rich old battleaxe, with a buncha Cadillacs
And a pool boy on the side

With a pair of pince-nez glasses
Resting on a pointy nose
Old Chihuahua in her handbag
And his sweater matched her clothes
Then she said she’d heard some rumors
I could make things disappear
Yeah, there’d been some sleight of hand, in the jobs I might’ve planned
And the clues were never clear

Yeah, they call me the Magician
Cos my mind’s a bag o’ tricks
Stole a cruiser from a cop
Right outside a donut shop
Then I slipped off in the mist

Told me if her husband vanished
It’d set his fortune free
Maybe I could have him shot, on his monster pleasure yacht
And then dump him in the sea
And I watched her diamond bracelets
Sparkle with a brilliant flash
Thought of ev’ry bank I’d robbed, then I said I’d do the job
For a cold hard million cash

Then Contessa said she noticed
That my partner ain’t around
So I said Antoine was busy
Payin’ off a badge downtown
Told her where to bring the money
And she’d better not be late
I’d see her tomorrow night, and then I slipped outta sight
Like a card cheat’s ace of spades

Yeah, they call me the Magician
Cos I’m quicker than the eye
I once robbed an armored car
Posing as a rookie guard
Then I slipped off on the sly

Well, the night was fulla clouds
Then a silver moon slipped out
Like a quarter from behind a young child’s ear
And a two-man team of dwarfs
Juggled torches on the wharf
When she met me with a briefcase by the pier

She’d just handed me the briefcase
And was gonna seal the deal
Some guy pulled up in a cop car
With a gold detective’s shield
Well, Contessa wound up handcuffed
To a fencepost on the beach
And the dwarfs both overheard, but they won’t say a word
Cos they got a bracelet each

And the pawnshop got a thousand
Where Antoine’d bought that badge
We poured sterno on the cop car
Looked around and lit a match
Then I said goodbye to Antoine
Cos we’d made our final score
Then I dropped on outta sight, through a trapdoor in the night
And appeared on Maui’s shores

Yeah, they call me the Magician
Cos I always slip away
But I’ve never used a gun
Cos I’d never kill someone
I was in it for the pay

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Re: The Magician
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Wow this is a bit special. I'm no expert on the genre but I love this kinda thing when I hear it. Great lyrics..they really tell a story. How with this track created? I ask because the last track I heard of yours sounded very 1960's. Not a criticism in any way..just curious. :)

Re: The Magician
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It was created with AI on Suno. I wrote the lyric, decided on the arrangement and gave Suno specific instructions until I got what I thought best suited the song.

AI puts a full studio, musicians, and singers at a poor boy's disposal... 😀

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Great story as always Couch and I like the musical treatment, especially doubling those lines in different ways

Did make me want to hear something really special at the end in that vein, but what you did worked.

Love these grifting themes