Prompt / Lyrics
Put on your tux, let the silk hit your skin The moon’s looking down on a beautiful sin The velvet is red and the lights are tuned low We’ve got nowhere to be and we’ve nowhere to go Step through the curtain, leave the world at the door The ghost of the morning can't find us no more. Oh, let the bubbles rise up in a crystal flood We’ve got vintage gold pumping right through our blood We’re dancing on diamonds, we’re swinging on stars There’s no "enough" at the mahogany bars It’s a never-ending riot, a fever, a haze In the wild, wicked heat of these velvet days Freedom is pouring, and darling, it’s sweet As long as the rhythm stays under our feet. The brass is screaming, a silver-tongued cry While the pearls on your neck catch the light in your eye Bootleg spirits in a porcelain cup The sun’s going down but we’re only looking up No clocks on the wall, no shadows of grey Just the roar of the party chasing shadows away. Spin 'til the floor starts to tilt and to sway Burn every bridge to the cold light of day! Forget the tomorrow, the "maybe," the "why" Tonight we are kings, and we’re never gonna die! Oh, let the bubbles rise up in a crystal flood We’ve got vintage gold pumping right through our blood We’re dancing on diamonds, we’re swinging on stars There’s no "enough" at the mahogany bars It’s a never-ending riot, a fever, a haze In the wild, wicked heat of these velvet days Freedom is pouring, and darling, it’s sweet As long as the rhythm stays under our feet. One more glass... One more dance... The night is forever... If you just... don’t... blink.
Tags
female, 1920s, Swing, Dixieland, Hot Jazz, Charleston, Speakeasy Jazz, Big Band Jazz, party
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
1/12/2026