Black Velvet (Remastered v5)
50s, Dean Martin style, romantic lounge jazz, soft crooning vocals, piano, upright bass, brushed drums, muted trumpet, intimate, smoky mood
Black Velvet (Remastered v5)
50s, Dean Martin style, romantic lounge jazz, soft crooning vocals, piano, upright bass, brushed drums, muted trumpet, intimate, smoky mood
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro: Soft piano and upright bass, with a muted trumpet lightly playing the melody.
Noir Jazz / male Vocals / 1940s Crime Drama
Verse 1
muted trumpet, cross-stick rhythm
The moon deals silver on the fire escape,
Her lips stamp "void" on every I.O.U.
My cigarette writes its own epitaph —
She sips my dreams like cheap bathtub brew.
The jukebox wheezes ’37 blues,
Her stockings ladder like my last defense.
A whiskey stain... where her hand withdrew,
Left fingerprints of cold pretense.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, the night’s a rigged roulette,
Spins you diamonds turned to dust.
She murmurs "Sugar, bets ain’t promises" —
And crumbles my trust...
Chorus
"Black velvet waltz on razor wire,
She stubs out hearts like smoked desire.
The saxophone’s a hired mourner —
Another ghost left ’til morning."
Verse 2
pizzicato strings, bass clarinet
Her compact snaps shut like a jury’s verdict,
Powder snows over my appeal.
I finger the bullet she calls a kiss —
Engraved return to sender in steel.
The taxi’s meter ticks like a time bomb,
Her shadow smears on the rain-slick pane.
The driver knows... this fare’s a eulogy,
For love that died on a one-way lane.
Pre-Chorus
Oh, the night’s a rigged roulette,
Spins you diamonds turned to dust.
She murmurs "Sugar, bets ain’t promises" —
And crumbles my trust...
Chorus
"The grand piano weeps in minor,
Her laughter’s just a borrowed tune.
The moonlights cuts through broken blinds —
But she’s already left the room..."
Bridge
"You want love? Then learn the truth:
Her perfume smells of cyanide,
Every darling’s just a ticket
To the Hudson’s freezing tide...
She’ll spin you ‘round like a chambered round —
Then leave you cold on the killing ground."
Verse 3
Sunrise pries up the manhole covers,
Her lipstick smears on the chipped rim.
The shoeshine boy hums our song —
Now just a dirge in a minor hymn.
I find the earring she accidentally lost,
A teardrop set in frozen glass.
The pawnshop laughs when I name my price —
For this artifact of almost was...
Chorus
"Black velvet waltz on razor wire,
She grinds down hearts like train-yard mire.
The saxophone packs up its sorrow —
Come back tomorrow...
...always tomorrow."
Outro: The Morning After
The diner sign buzzes OPEN,
A waitress wipes the counter clean.
Somewhere a phone rings, unanswered —
And the jukebox plays our song.