Brunch Is Still On

Chamber electronic, electro glitch; dry intimate mix with terrace ambience, plate reverb, and tape delay; 90s club build, brushed drums on syncopated backbeat, vibraphone ostinato, sparse piano, glitchy percussion edits, siren samples, sub bass pulse; 88 BPM; female close-harmony croon, whispered bridge, full-band final chorus, darkly comic, urban irony

[Intro | brushed drums, vibraphone] [Verse 1 | warm female croon] The sirens hum a sweet familiar tune The smoke sits soft against the terrace glass I'll take the eggs, the terrace, half past noon And would you pull the blind? It soon will pass A boy is shouting something at the door I think it's rent, or maybe it's the war The waiter smiles and brings another round Of little drinks to drown the little sound [Chorus | smooth, close harmonies] Brunch is still on, darling, brunch is still on Let the city burn gently, we'll be here till it's gone (Pass the salt, pass the salt) [Verse 2] The oat milk's out, now that's a proper crisis The pastry chef got tear gas in the cream We'll leave a lovely review about the prices And note the view was rather too extreme [Chorus] Brunch is still on, darling, brunch is still on Let the city burn gently, we'll be here till it's gone (Pass the salt, pass the salt) [Bridge | whispered, sparse piano] If you don't look outside, it's not outside If you don't look outside [Chorus | full band, sirens in the mix] Brunch is still on, darling, brunch is still on Let the city burn gently, we'll be here till it's gone (Pass the salt, pass the salt) [Outro | vibraphone, distant sirens] Brunch is still on (Still on, still on)

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