Samba Swing Rendezvous

jazz, Brassy big-band samba-swing at quickstep tempo, male/female call-and-response duet, Vibraphone doubles the piano comp, with Hammond organ swells in the pre-chorus, Horn section punctuates the groove; trombone takes playful slides and short fills, Percussion leans on bright shakers, congas, and crisp rimshots, Chorus hits wide with stacked harmonies and shout-backs, bridge drops to organ and vibraphone before a full-band final hit, swing, big band

[Verse 1] You step in I miss a beat Gold shoes flashing On the checkered floor You laugh Spin out of reach Then back Till our shadows blur [Pre-Chorus] Your hand finds mine on the turn Heat in the air, we burn Count in my ear, one, two I’m already lost in you [Chorus] We’re dancing, dancing, Brazil in our feet Every little stumble still feels so sweet Round and round, hearts keeping time Samba swing rendezvous, your soul on mine We’re dancing, dancing, faster than fear Every crooked step pulls you near Don’t let go till the night turns blue Samba swing rendezvous [Verse 2] You tease “Try to keep pace” I answer “Lead me, I’ll dare” We glide Past tables and chairs Your breath Tracing heat on my hair [Pre-Chorus] Your hips write lines in the air I follow every curve there You dip, I fall, then fly Laughing into your eyes [Chorus] We’re dancing, dancing, Brazil in our feet Every little stumble still feels so sweet Round and round, hearts keeping time Samba swing rendezvous, your soul on mine We’re dancing, dancing, faster than fear Every crooked step pulls you near Don’t let go till the night turns blue Samba swing rendezvous [Bridge] Call me closer (hey!) You say “vem cá” I’m off the ground But right where you are Two voices tangled Over the roar If this is madness Then give me more [Chorus] We’re dancing, dancing, Brazil in our feet Every little stumble still feels so sweet Round and round, hearts keeping time Samba swing rendezvous, your soul on mine We’re dancing, dancing, staying till day Shoes worn thin but we still sway Don’t let go when they cut the tune Samba swing under the moon

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