[INTRO — 16 bars — deep sub-bass alone. Soft. Warm. Like a heartbeat you don't notice until you do. A pad enters — warm, liquid, like neon through wet glass. No beat yet. Just atmosphere. A taxi meter ticks. November Rain breathes. The night outside is dark. The inside is warm.] [BEAT ENTERS — 8 bars — soft 4x4 kick. No clap. Just kick and bass. Smooth. Gentle. Like the car moving over asphalt. The pads widen. The music envelops you. You are in the back seat. You don't know where you're going. You don't care. The music is enough.] [VERSE 1 — male voice, low, intimate, almost whispered. Not singing — just TALKING over the music. Like a driver who knows you're tired and doesn't want to disturb you. But his voice is so beautiful you don't want him to stop.] Je suis le roi de la nuit — sans couronne. Ma taxi sent la cigarette et le rhum. Je conduis des fantômes vers personne, Mais ils me racontent tout — et je ne dis rien. (Translation: I am the king of the night — no crown. My taxi smells like cigarettes and rum. I drive ghosts to nowhere. But they tell me everything — and I say nothing.) [Hook — not a big chorus. Just a melodic phrase that repeats. Gentle. Sexy. Like a thought you don't finish because you don't need to.] Chauffeur de nuit — la nuit est douce. Chauffeur de nuit — la ville te pousse. Les gens pleurent dans ma voiture — Moi, j'allume une cigarette. C'est la nature. (Night driver — the night is soft. Night driver — the city pushes you. People cry in my car — Me, I light a cigarette. It's human nature.) [VERSE 2 — voice still low, warm, slightly playful. Like a secret he's sharing with the night. Not with you. With the night.] Une fille avec des ailes brisées M'a demandé d'aller vers la mer. Je lui ai dit: "Madame, la mer est à côté — Mais on n'y arrive jamais. Elle est toujours ailleurs." (The sea is right there. But we never get there. It's always somewhere else.) [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK — 16 bars — warm pad solo. Soft bass. Gentle kick. No melody that demands attention. Just texture. Just atmosphere. The city lights pass by the window. The passenger closes their eyes. The music holds them. This is the moment. This is why you drive at night.] [BRIDGE — beat drops to bass and pad only. Voice speaks — low, intimate, like he's talking to himself. You are eavesdropping. And you don't want to leave.] "Tu veux savoir ce que j'ai vu? Rien. Des gens qui courent vers des portes fermées. Des amoureux qui se détestent. Et un type... un type qui riait tout seul. Lui, je l'ai déposé devant un mur. Il m'a dit merci." (Pause) "Je lui ai dit — de rien. C'est mon métier." (You want to know what I saw? Nothing. People running toward closed doors. Lovers who hate each other. And one guy... one guy who was laughing alone. Him, I dropped him off in front of a wall. He said thank you. I told him — you're welcome. It's my job.) [FINAL HOOK — same melodic phrase. Voice warmer now. Almost smiling. The night is good. The taxi is warm. The passenger is sleeping. The driver is happy. Not because he is naive. Because he has accepted everything. And still loves the night.] Chauffeur de nuit — la nuit est douce. Chauffeur de nuit — la ville te pousse. Les gens pleurent dans ma voiture — Moi, j'allume une cigarette. C'est la nature. [OUTRO — beat continues for 16 bars. Then kick drops out. Only bass and pad. Then bass fades. Only pad. Then — silence. Then —] (voice, whisper, almost a smile) "...on y est." (We're here.) (silence. A taxi door opens. Closes. Footsteps fade. The music is g
