Bridge to Terabithia (Jazz)
Vintage 1930s jazz blues ballad in the style of Cab Calloway. Slow, moody upright bass, swinging muted trumpet, sultry clarinet runs, and a haunted big band atmosphere. Male vocalist with theatrical bravado, raspy tone, and emotional flair. Lyrics tell a dark, gothic love story with noir imagery, sin, guilt, and obsession. The vibe is dramatic, jazzy, and a little unhinged—like a jazz funeral in a speakeasy during a thunderstorm. Include call-and-response backing vocals and bold brass flourishes between verses.
Bridge to Terabithia (Jazz)
Vintage 1930s jazz blues ballad in the style of Cab Calloway. Slow, moody upright bass, swinging muted trumpet, sultry clarinet runs, and a haunted big band atmosphere. Male vocalist with theatrical bravado, raspy tone, and emotional flair. Lyrics tell a dark, gothic love story with noir imagery, sin, guilt, and obsession. The vibe is dramatic, jazzy, and a little unhinged—like a jazz funeral in a speakeasy during a thunderstorm. Include call-and-response backing vocals and bold brass flourishes between verses.
Lyrics
For some you were real,
For me you were imaginary
Dying alone was just too scary,
So I came up with you.
Bridge
Standing there by the shelf,
I am hanging by myself
And with you.
Chorus:
Hold my hand,
Let's cross the bridge,
Cross the Bridge to Terabithia,
Where creatures sing,
Where you are Queen,
And I am King.
Days of constant rumination,
And lifelong alienation,
In you I find my peace,
But you can't hear my pleas.
I keep my mind open,
But I am just broken,
Getting my life back together,
To be with you forever.
Chorus:
Hold my hand,
Let's cross the bridge,
Cross the Bridge to Terabithia,
Where creatures sing,
Where you are Queen,
And I am King.
Bridge
See me in the backwoods,
Just one more time,
Just one more time,
Hold my hand,
Hold me tight.
Chorus/Outro:
Hold my hand,
Let's cross the bridge,
Cross the Bridge to Terabithia,
Where creatures sing,
Where you are Queen,
And I am King.