Lyrics
[Verse]
He's riding smooth, the motor hums, a quiet electric tune,
The city lights reflect his speed beneath the crescent moon.
With 090 gleaming bright, it’s painted on his shield,
A lone café racer cuts through streets where fate is sealed.
[Verse 2]
The tires kiss the pavement, sparks like whispers in the night,
The world becomes a blur of neon, crimson, blue, and white.
His pulse keeps time with engines' beat, a jazz-like syncopation,
Through Tokyo's veins, he races on, his solo celebration.
[Chorus]
Electric charge and thunder's grace, the rhythm never fails,
A symphony of speed composed on winding urban trails.
The 090's blazing path is carved with purpose clear,
A fleeting dream on wheels, he disappears, then reappears.
[Bridge]
The city calls, a smoky waltz, its shadows sway and bend,
He dances with the shifting lanes, no start, no final end.
His leather jacket whispers tales of speed and fleeting time,
A rebel's heart, electric spark, in perfect, pulsing rhyme.
[Verse 3]
He knows the race is more than speed; it’s freedom’s fleeting taste,
The number on his fairing’s not for winning, but for grace.
The hum becomes a melody, the tires sing their part,
A café racer’s jazz-infused electric work of art.
[Chorus]
Electric charge and thunder's grace, the rhythm never fails,
A symphony of speed composed on winding urban trails.
The 090's blazing path is carved with purpose clear,
A fleeting dream on wheels, he disappears, then reappears.
Style
jazz fusionmale vocalsjapanese-inspired motifsinstrumental texturesjazzelectricintricate rhythm
Prompt
Write a jazz fusion song a Japanese jazz fusion song based on a cafe racer who races an electric Cafe motorcycle with the number 090 on the front fairing
Credits
Prompt byPulseArt993
GeneratedJul 1, 2025
ModelAria v4
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