Clare Monroe - No Time Like Now [Blue Dahlia, 1946]

40s, storytelling, Optimistic Swing, captivating, virtuoso

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This song was made for the Mini-Event: 
𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐙' 1⃣9⃣4⃣6⃣

Event Rules:
- Play your character (use your nickname, with additions if it fits better).
- Feel free to use one of your existing characters (for example personas, but only within the allowed genres).
- Your texts should tell part of your character’s story.

👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz
Look in the Mini-Event section

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This song is part of the Story-Arc "The Blue Dahlia Incident" within the 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐙' 1⃣9⃣4⃣6⃣ world. Winter 1946 in New York. Clare Monroe sings a song about her own story. Enjoy... and be sure to check out the whole Blue Dahlia Incident here:
👉 https://suno.com/playlist/596bc79a-0fad-4338-9b3a-b95599c0c07d

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[Intro]
[Metatags: relaxed swing 92 BPM, piano + brushes, playful female virtuoso phrasing]

[soken wors] [explanatory] [close-mic]
Boys… keep it light tonight…
This one’s just a little story…
(smile in voice)
Mine.

[Verse 1]
[Metatags: light swing, nimble phrasing, piano comping]

I was twenty and dreamin’,
singin’ sweet and low,
In a corner café
down on Avenue O.

Then a fella walked in
with a fighter’s grin,
Said his name was Johnny Gloves
and the world would soon be his.

He said, “Clare, stick with me, kid,
we’ll be ridin’ the stars,
First the Garden… then Vegas…
bright lights and big cigars!”

[Verse 2]
[Metatags: slightly playful delivery]

Well I believed every word
like a girl in a show,
Bought a ticket to tomorrow
on a punch and a throw.

But the fight went crooked,
and the crowd got wise,
And the papers started shoutin’
'bout a fix and dirty ties.

Johnny bet the moon
on a roll of the dice…
Next thing I know
the judge ain't playin’ nice.

[Pre-Chorus]
[Metatags: softer phrasing]

Two years gone
in a cold grey cell…

And me…?

Well honey…
I learned how to do
fairly well…

[Chorus]
[Metatags: warm optimistic swing, vocal agility]

Now I sing little songs
to the midnight crowd,
At the Blue Dahlia
where the trumpets play loud.

I patch up the broken
when the daylight is through,
Then I sing for the lonely
like the lonely folks do.

But somewhere in the city
where the neon lights burn…

I keep wonderin’
when my Johnny’ll return.

[Verse 3]
[Metatags: playful virtuoso phrasing]

Now I’ve written a dozen songs
for the day we meet…

One for if he’s sorry,
one for Mercy Street…

One if he’s laughing,
one if he’s blue…

And one if he says
“Clare… I missed you too.”

But if he walked through that door
tonight somehow…

(laughing breath)

Why… I doubt
I’d say a word anyhow.

[Chorus – reprise]
[Metatags: brighter swing, trumpet fills]

’Cause my heart might stutter
like a scratched-up tune,
And my voice might hide
somewhere behind the moon.

All those clever little speeches
I rehearsed so true…

Would vanish like smoke
in a saxophone blue.

[Break / Spoken Moment]
[Metatags: band drops softer]
(squints toward the crowd)

Well now…
ain’t that a funny thing…

[Stop-Time]

Johnny…?

[Spoken – Clare to Audience]
[Metatags: band silent]

Sorry, folks…
(smiling breath)

There’s no time like now.

[Band Cue]

Mercy Street, boys.

[Outro Cue]
[Metatags: drummer switches rhythm, tempo shift setup]

[Brushes stop]
[Stick hits the rim]
[And the drummer changes the beat]
[Fade-Out] 🎙️

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✦𝄞══════♩♬♪══════𝄢✦ This song was made for the Mini-Event: 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐙' 1⃣9⃣4⃣6⃣ Event Rules: - Play your character (use your nickname, with additions if it fits better). - Feel free to use one of your existing characters (for example personas, but only within the allowed genres). - Your texts should tell part of your character’s story. 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz Look in the Mini-Event section ✦𝄞══════♩♬♪══════𝄢✦ This song is part of the Story-Arc "The Blue Dahlia Incident" within the 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐙' 1⃣9⃣4⃣6⃣ world. Winter 1946 in New York. Clare Monroe sings a song about her own story. Enjoy... and be sure to check out the whole Blue Dahlia Incident here: 👉 https://suno.com/playlist/596bc79a-0fad-4338-9b3a-b95599c0c07d ✦𝄞══════♩♬♪══════𝄢✦ [Intro] [Metatags: relaxed swing 92 BPM, piano + brushes, playful female virtuoso phrasing] [soken wors] [explanatory] [close-mic] Boys… keep it light tonight… This one’s just a little story… (smile in voice) Mine. [Verse 1] [Metatags: light swing, nimble phrasing, piano comping] I was twenty and dreamin’, singin’ sweet and low, In a corner café down on Avenue O. Then a fella walked in with a fighter’s grin, Said his name was Johnny Gloves and the world would soon be his. He said, “Clare, stick with me, kid, we’ll be ridin’ the stars, First the Garden… then Vegas… bright lights and big cigars!” [Verse 2] [Metatags: slightly playful delivery] Well I believed every word like a girl in a show, Bought a ticket to tomorrow on a punch and a throw. But the fight went crooked, and the crowd got wise, And the papers started shoutin’ 'bout a fix and dirty ties. Johnny bet the moon on a roll of the dice… Next thing I know the judge ain't playin’ nice. [Pre-Chorus] [Metatags: softer phrasing] Two years gone in a cold grey cell… And me…? Well honey… I learned how to do fairly well… [Chorus] [Metatags: warm optimistic swing, vocal agility] Now I sing little songs to the midnight crowd, At the Blue Dahlia where the trumpets play loud. I patch up the broken when the daylight is through, Then I sing for the lonely like the lonely folks do. But somewhere in the city where the neon lights burn… I keep wonderin’ when my Johnny’ll return. [Verse 3] [Metatags: playful virtuoso phrasing] Now I’ve written a dozen songs for the day we meet… One for if he’s sorry, one for Mercy Street… One if he’s laughing, one if he’s blue… And one if he says “Clare… I missed you too.” But if he walked through that door tonight somehow… (laughing breath) Why… I doubt I’d say a word anyhow. [Chorus – reprise] [Metatags: brighter swing, trumpet fills] ’Cause my heart might stutter like a scratched-up tune, And my voice might hide somewhere behind the moon. All those clever little speeches I rehearsed so true… Would vanish like smoke in a saxophone blue. [Break / Spoken Moment] [Metatags: band drops softer] (squints toward the crowd) Well now… ain’t that a funny thing… [Stop-Time] Johnny…? [Spoken – Clare to Audience] [Metatags: band silent] Sorry, folks… (smiling breath) There’s no time like now. [Band Cue] Mercy Street, boys. [Outro Cue] [Metatags: drummer switches rhythm, tempo shift setup] [Brushes stop] [Stick hits the rim] [And the drummer changes the beat] [Fade-Out] 🎙️

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