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Reality_jazz.1

Reality_jazz.1

@PaperCat

Swing jazz, medium 130 BPM, classic big band era with energetic male vocals, punchy horn section riffs, swung rhythm section with brushed drums, upright bass, and stride piano; verse rides light banter and city detail, pre-chorus opens into rising brass hits, chorus lands with gang-style horn punches and a chantable hook; vocal doubles on key lines, short delay throws on the hook phrase, ad-lib shouts between phrases; brass swells, drum fills, and a clarinet lift between sections; bright, glossy, ballroom-ready mix, big band, joyful, swing, stride, classic, jazz, ballroom

122 19.07.2026
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Текст песни

[Verse 1] Your mind is of glass, where the cold winds blow, Where shadows dance round in a ring, The borders dissolve, and the landscapes go, And time slows the song it would sing. No doors in the maze, not a sign to be found, Just whispers of darkness long past, The further you walk on this lightless ground, The more you lose form at the last. [Chorus] Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. [Drop] [Verse 2] No enemies here, and no "us" or "them," All human fear fades into gray, The shards of the past, like a broken gem, In worlds someone scattered away. A transparent abyss stares back from the glass, Erasing the lines of the spheres, You stood at the edge, watching moments pass, Midst reflections and dreams through the years. [Chorus] Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. Reality sheds its familiar skin, weaving a patterned despair, You can conquer the truth from the chaos within, finding the answers laid bare. Madness is watching through surfaces blurred, needing no clamor or plea, There’s no way to pass it, no way to be heard, by the cold candlelight’s decree. [Drop] [Bridge] The candles are burning, but their light is a lie, In this madness you live, as the moments go by. The thread starts to pull, tearing peace from the soul, Now madness has taken the ultimate control. [Outro] And now there’s no start, and no walls to be seen, Just a quiet, mad exchange in the space in between. Reality fades like the smoke from the pyre, Leaving only the glow of an empty fire.

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