Juniper Vale - "Bulldog Weather"

Foxfire Records

indie soul, neo-noir, lounge jazz

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[Intro]
(glass clink)
(low cassette hiss)

Roxy says:

> “Don’t start.”

(slow guitar enters)

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[Verse 1]
There’s a bulldog by the jukebox
Gold chain hanging low
Smells like smoke and bad decisions
And some cologne I almost know

Laugh like thunder in a dive bar
Sleeves rolled to the elbow bone
Everybody knows he’s trouble
Why’s trouble always feel like home?

Purple neon on his shoulders
Rainwater shining on his boots
He says:

> “You singing tonight, foxgirl?”
> Like he already knows the truth

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[Pre-Chorus]
Roxy kicks my foot beneath the table
Whispers:

> “Baby, don’t.”
> But the city’s humming low and sweet
> And I probably won’t listen

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[Chorus]
It’s bulldog weather again
Warm smoke and bad intentions
Big hands wrapped around a glass
Like heartbreak needs dimensions

Bulldog weather again
Slow dance static in the rain
Every time I swear I learned
Port Vesper calls my name

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[Verse 2]
He talks like late-night AM radio
Smooth enough to fog the room
Bartender wiping down the counter
Like:

> “Girl, don’t let him ruin you.”

But Roxy’s laughing in the corner
Saying:

> “Honestly? Same.”
> While Vyra hides behind dark glasses
> Pretending not to know my pain

Bus brakes crying down on Harborline
Last route running half behind
And somehow every bulldog in this city
Got perfect timing every time

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[Bridge]
(saxophone solo)

Outside:
rainwater climbs the sidewalks
Inside:
everybody glows gold

He says:

> “One more drink?”
> I say:
> “That depends.”
> He says:
> “On what?”
> I say:
> “Whether you’re gonna disappear by morning.”

(long pause)

He smiles.

Oh no.

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[Final Chorus]
It’s bulldog weather again
Wet pavement, aching speakers
Heart says:

> “girl, absolutely not”
> But my pulse gets weaker

Bulldog weather again
Neon burning through the storm
Port Vesper keeps inventing ways
To make bad ideas feel warm

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[Outro]
(static crackle)

Roxy sighs:

> “…you are SO stupid.”

Juniper laughing:

> “…I know.”

(tape click)

2085/7500

[Intro] (glass clink) (low cassette hiss) Roxy says: > “Don’t start.” (slow guitar enters) ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Verse 1] There’s a bulldog by the jukebox Gold chain hanging low Smells like smoke and bad decisions And some cologne I almost know Laugh like thunder in a dive bar Sleeves rolled to the elbow bone Everybody knows he’s trouble Why’s trouble always feel like home? Purple neon on his shoulders Rainwater shining on his boots He says: > “You singing tonight, foxgirl?” > Like he already knows the truth ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Pre-Chorus] Roxy kicks my foot beneath the table Whispers: > “Baby, don’t.” > But the city’s humming low and sweet > And I probably won’t listen ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Chorus] It’s bulldog weather again Warm smoke and bad intentions Big hands wrapped around a glass Like heartbreak needs dimensions Bulldog weather again Slow dance static in the rain Every time I swear I learned Port Vesper calls my name ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Verse 2] He talks like late-night AM radio Smooth enough to fog the room Bartender wiping down the counter Like: > “Girl, don’t let him ruin you.” But Roxy’s laughing in the corner Saying: > “Honestly? Same.” > While Vyra hides behind dark glasses > Pretending not to know my pain Bus brakes crying down on Harborline Last route running half behind And somehow every bulldog in this city Got perfect timing every time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Bridge] (saxophone solo) Outside: rainwater climbs the sidewalks Inside: everybody glows gold He says: > “One more drink?” > I say: > “That depends.” > He says: > “On what?” > I say: > “Whether you’re gonna disappear by morning.” (long pause) He smiles. Oh no. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Final Chorus] It’s bulldog weather again Wet pavement, aching speakers Heart says: > “girl, absolutely not” > But my pulse gets weaker Bulldog weather again Neon burning through the storm Port Vesper keeps inventing ways To make bad ideas feel warm ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Outro] (static crackle) Roxy sighs: > “…you are SO stupid.” Juniper laughing: > “…I know.” (tape click)

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