Red Booth Story

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[Red Booth Story]

[Intro]
(sax moan)
(Bourbon spill)
(her lean)
Down at the Spotted Cat blues bar
Blues already guilty of lust
MadCat starts singing deep hot
Late night keeps leaning in

[Harmony1]
(stack)
(drawn)
(listen)
Voice warms him up
He feels drawn
Don’t blink

[Verse1]
(Bourbon)
(Spotted Cat)
(hit)
Bourbon Street wet, Spotted Cat holding the night
She leans in the dark, turning talk slow and mean
Sax moans like it knows the ending
MadCat sits still, but the shuffle won’t
Streetcar bells on St. Peter
Taxi hiss at the curb
That kind of draw don’t ask nice

[Prechorus]
(warms)
(energize)
(magic)
Her voice warms him
Then it lifts him
Magic in the room
He stays in it

[Chorus]
(hook bite)
(booth)
(story)
Tell it in the Spotted Cat
Like you know how this night ends
Sax in the wood
Blues in the wanting
Lamp hushes down
Then the shuffle talks
You tell MadCat
He keeps the heat

[Harmony2]
(glow)
(mouth)
(hold)
Booth glow low
Smoke at the mouth
Don’t drop the tale

[Verse2]
(organ)
(glance)
(yes)
Organ grinds a door and leaves it swinging
She glances up once, goes back to making him lean
Room turns club now, vice in the varnish
No speech from him, just a body in blues
French Quarter heat on the busted fan
Napkins stuck to the table, sweat on the glass
MadCat learning how hard listening can feel

[Prechorus2]
(drawn)
(glow)
(don't rush)
He feels drawn
Club glow
Shuffle still moves
Don’t rush

[Chorus2]
(bigger bite)
(same lamp)
(same heat)
Tell it in the Spotted Cat
Like you know how this night ends
Sax in the wood
Blues in the wanting
Lamp hushes down
Then the shuffle talks
You tell MadCat
He keeps the heat

[Harmony3]
(drawn)
(held)
(yes)
Drawn
Held
Yes

[Verse3]
(no shout)
(kept)
(work)
She don’t call it love, she calls it a deal on the corner
Richer in the voice than the bills in the till
Bass keeps the floorboards from giving it up
Snare hits lean, like a cop car idling out front
Night don’t need a brass band when the room knows the route
He stays in the chair
She stays on the job

[Prechorus3]
(cut)
(dirty)
(ready)
Her voice cuts
Sax moans dirty
Club hush
Magic ready

[Chorus3]
(full pocket)
(still blues)
(still drawn)
Tell it in the Spotted Cat
Like you know how this night ends
Sax in the wood
Blues in the wanting
Lamp hushes down
Then the shuffle talks
You tell MadCat
He keeps the heat

[Verse4]
(last line)
(half laugh)
(yet)
She leaves the last line half-finished
Don’t name it yet
That’s the whole sting
He already felt it in the shuffle

[Bridge]
(sax pulse)
(mouth map)
(plain)
Sax walks the crime
Her voice draws the map
Spotted Cat holds the night
She holds the fact

[Outro]
(last sting)
(last look)
(fade)
Last call in the room
Barback stacks the glasses slow
Sax hangs on one bent note
Then lets the whole place go
She leaves with the check on her breath
He stays while the stools get turned
Shuffle fading under the door
Like the set just took its bow

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[Red Booth Story] [Intro] (sax moan) (Bourbon spill) (her lean) Down at the Spotted Cat blues bar Blues already guilty of lust MadCat starts singing deep hot Late night keeps leaning in [Harmony1] (stack) (drawn) (listen) Voice warms him up He feels drawn Don’t blink [Verse1] (Bourbon) (Spotted Cat) (hit) Bourbon Street wet, Spotted Cat holding the night She leans in the dark, turning talk slow and mean Sax moans like it knows the ending MadCat sits still, but the shuffle won’t Streetcar bells on St. Peter Taxi hiss at the curb That kind of draw don’t ask nice [Prechorus] (warms) (energize) (magic) Her voice warms him Then it lifts him Magic in the room He stays in it [Chorus] (hook bite) (booth) (story) Tell it in the Spotted Cat Like you know how this night ends Sax in the wood Blues in the wanting Lamp hushes down Then the shuffle talks You tell MadCat He keeps the heat [Harmony2] (glow) (mouth) (hold) Booth glow low Smoke at the mouth Don’t drop the tale [Verse2] (organ) (glance) (yes) Organ grinds a door and leaves it swinging She glances up once, goes back to making him lean Room turns club now, vice in the varnish No speech from him, just a body in blues French Quarter heat on the busted fan Napkins stuck to the table, sweat on the glass MadCat learning how hard listening can feel [Prechorus2] (drawn) (glow) (don't rush) He feels drawn Club glow Shuffle still moves Don’t rush [Chorus2] (bigger bite) (same lamp) (same heat) Tell it in the Spotted Cat Like you know how this night ends Sax in the wood Blues in the wanting Lamp hushes down Then the shuffle talks You tell MadCat He keeps the heat [Harmony3] (drawn) (held) (yes) Drawn Held Yes [Verse3] (no shout) (kept) (work) She don’t call it love, she calls it a deal on the corner Richer in the voice than the bills in the till Bass keeps the floorboards from giving it up Snare hits lean, like a cop car idling out front Night don’t need a brass band when the room knows the route He stays in the chair She stays on the job [Prechorus3] (cut) (dirty) (ready) Her voice cuts Sax moans dirty Club hush Magic ready [Chorus3] (full pocket) (still blues) (still drawn) Tell it in the Spotted Cat Like you know how this night ends Sax in the wood Blues in the wanting Lamp hushes down Then the shuffle talks You tell MadCat He keeps the heat [Verse4] (last line) (half laugh) (yet) She leaves the last line half-finished Don’t name it yet That’s the whole sting He already felt it in the shuffle [Bridge] (sax pulse) (mouth map) (plain) Sax walks the crime Her voice draws the map Spotted Cat holds the night She holds the fact [Outro] (last sting) (last look) (fade) Last call in the room Barback stacks the glasses slow Sax hangs on one bent note Then lets the whole place go She leaves with the check on her breath He stays while the stools get turned Shuffle fading under the door Like the set just took its bow

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