The Want

Dark jazz, slow-burning, moody and cinematic, Imagine a dimly lit alley with flickering neon reflections on wet asphalt, Saxophone low and haunted, upright bass walking a crooked line, subtle brushed drums with unpredictable rhythms, occasional dissonant piano stabs, Occasional eerie vinyl crackle and distant city ambiance in the background, Tension builds and releases like internal conflict, introspective, raw, Create space for a female vocals chain smoker, accent in r's and t's to feel like it's confessing sins to the empty room very passionate!

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[Verse] Baby don't tell me where you learned that smile Or trade your shadow for a truth? no bar names, no town names, Yesterday’s old blues go unsaid. Come lean your shadow near mine, And keep your secrets where they are, I like the way a stranger glows, Before I learn just who they are. [Pre-Chorus] A hint, a slick remark. That’s plenty in the dark. All tease, in noir, where I shine like a star. Like a star! [Chorus] No, don’t say too much, Don’t make it plain, Don’t turn the champagne into rain. Stay half-concealed, Stay out of sight, Let maybes do just for tonight. I don’t want truth, Till morning’s near. For now, I want the want, my dear. Don’t name the dream, Leave it half alight, Let desire flare bright. [Verse 2] Don’t tell me who you used to be, I’d rather want than understand And every little fact you drop Would make you smaller where you stand. I’d rather hear your silence talk, Watch the drink swirl inside your glass, And let the questions fill the air, Like something dangerous might pass. [Pre-Chorus] No biography, no alibi. Just that glow and your tie half awry, no lullaby! [Chorus] No, don’t say too much, Don’t make it plain, Don’t turn the champagne into rain. Stay half-concealed, Stay out of sight, Let maybes rule, till morning light. I don’t want truth I want the bet, The hand that hasn't touched me yet. Don’t mend the seam, Don’t close it tight, Let desire flare bright. [Bridge] Focus on the now, tomorrow you can leave nonchalant Sing me late night chants. Tell me all, tell me all I would've missed, But tonight the sweetest thing to know Is how the mystery persists. [Final Chorus] No, don’t say too much, Don’t make it plain, Don’t trade the thunder for the rain. Stay half-concealed, Unknown delight, Where every wrong can still feel right. I don’t want facts, I want the ache, Of all the things we could've said. Don’t spoil the dream, Just seize the night, Let desire flare bright`

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