Tea at Midnight
Swing-jazz hip-hop fusion with upright bass, brushed drums, muted trumpet stabs, and classy piano riffs. Vocals half-spoken, half-crooned, with sardonic delivery and sudden bursts of speed-rap for comedic punch. Think smoky club meets chaotic drawing room.
Stray Cat/Game Dev·2:34
2:34
Tea at Midnight
Swing-jazz hip-hop fusion with upright bass, brushed drums, muted trumpet stabs, and classy piano riffs. Vocals half-spoken, half-crooned, with sardonic delivery and sudden bursts of speed-rap for comedic punch. Think smoky club meets chaotic drawing room.
Creator: Stray Cat/Game DevRelease Date: August 10, 2025
Lyrics
[verse 1 - smooth intro over upright bass]
I sip Darjeeling like a dagger in the dark,
Monocle polished, but my manners leave a mark.
Pockets full of biscuits, cane full of gin,
If trouble’s on the menu, let the games begin.
[pre-chorus - piano flourish]
Whispered secrets in the candlelight,
Silver spoon stirs the plot just right.
[chorus - big swing brass]
Tea at midnight, scandal in my cuff,
Every conversation’s just a bluff.
Lace the laughter, twist the knife,
I pour my cream with a hint of strife.
[verse 2 - rapid patter, then pause for comedic effect]
Posture perfect, yet I’m morally askew,
Compliments land like a powder keg or two.
I’ll toast your fortune, rob your wine,
Then thank you kindly for your time.
[bridge - hushed, bass and brushes only]
It’s not the tea, dear, it’s the company you keep,
Some drink to live, I drink secrets in my sleep.
[chorus - evolved, more trumpet ad-libs]
Tea at midnight, scandal in my cuff,
Silver spoons are never clean enough.
Pour another pot, let the whispers grow,
The cream might curdle, but you’ll never know.
[outro - lounge fade]
Sip, stir, smile, sip, stir, smile…
Until the sugar runs out.
I sip Darjeeling like a dagger in the dark,
Monocle polished, but my manners leave a mark.
Pockets full of biscuits, cane full of gin,
If trouble’s on the menu, let the games begin.
[pre-chorus - piano flourish]
Whispered secrets in the candlelight,
Silver spoon stirs the plot just right.
[chorus - big swing brass]
Tea at midnight, scandal in my cuff,
Every conversation’s just a bluff.
Lace the laughter, twist the knife,
I pour my cream with a hint of strife.
[verse 2 - rapid patter, then pause for comedic effect]
Posture perfect, yet I’m morally askew,
Compliments land like a powder keg or two.
I’ll toast your fortune, rob your wine,
Then thank you kindly for your time.
[bridge - hushed, bass and brushes only]
It’s not the tea, dear, it’s the company you keep,
Some drink to live, I drink secrets in my sleep.
[chorus - evolved, more trumpet ad-libs]
Tea at midnight, scandal in my cuff,
Silver spoons are never clean enough.
Pour another pot, let the whispers grow,
The cream might curdle, but you’ll never know.
[outro - lounge fade]
Sip, stir, smile, sip, stir, smile…
Until the sugar runs out.