Love Me When It's Quiet

Jazz-noir sophisticated torch soul with mature female contralto, intimate close-mic breathy delivery and slightly broken texture; Rhodes, acoustic piano, upright bass, brushed drums, hollow-body jazz guitar, muted trumpet, subtle tenor sax and dark chamber strings; 71 BPM 4/4 with micro-rubato and late-behind-the-beat phrasing; analog tape warmth, short plate reverb, intimate room ambience, wide dynamics, imperfect human timing, minimal arrangement and a restrained final climax

Mm... Baby... don't make it pretty. You bring roses after midnight, say the words you know I like. Look real sweet under low light, then disappear by morning light. I don't need another promise, don't need diamonds, don't need smoke. If you mean it, baby, show me— 'cause pretty words are kinda broke. Don't say forever just to get me through tonight. Don't call it love if you only love me right when the room looks nice. If you love me, love me when it's quiet. No champagne, no crowd to hide it. Love me when I'm hard to understand. Don't love the dress, baby, love the woman in it. If you love me— don't say it. Stay. Mm... that's what I thought. You know how to work a doorway, lean in close and drop my name. Got that smooth-talk kinda trouble— yeah, I've seen that little game. But can you sit here with the silence when I ain't got nothin' cute to say? Can you hold me without fixing me, then still be here next day? Don't give me heaven if you're gone before the dawn. I'd rather get one honest touch than ten sweet lies with your cologne on. If you love me, love me when it's quiet. No big scene, no need to advertise it. Love me tired, love me mad, love the parts I never photograph. Don't love me loud just so the whole room knows. If you love me— baby... **prove it when nobody's close.** No flowers. No speeches. Just stay... when there's nothing left to impress.

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