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Hard Crust Jazz 2 by Ollie

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Hard Crust Jazz 2

Jazz,female vocals

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Lyrics
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(Intro - Soft piano with a gentle brush of cymbals)
(Verse 1)
In a kitchen where the sunlight barely plays,
She pulled five pies from the oven’s haze.
Golden crusts turned stone, too tough to bite,
Hard as the city streets in the fading light.
(Pre-Chorus)
A sigh escapes with the saxophone’s cry,
Notes bending low like the bitter pie.
Frustration hums through the midnight air,
A bittersweet groove, heavy with care.
(Chorus)
Hard crust jazz, the taste she can’t deny,
Five overbaked pies, under the smoky sky.
Melancholy rhythms in the oven’s heat,
Where sweetness and sorrow quietly meet.
(Verse 2)
Each crust a story burnt by time’s own hand,
Dreams that slipped like notes in a jazz band.
Her hands knew love, but the oven knew more —
Turning tender hopes into something hardcore.
(Pre-Chorus)
The trumpet wails low, a mournful sound,
Like the crusts she baked, too tough to break down.
A wistful melody in minor key,
Echoes the loss but sets her soul free.
(Chorus)
Hard crust jazz, the taste she can’t deny,
Five overbaked pies, under the smoky sky.
Melancholy rhythms in the oven’s heat,
Where sweetness and sorrow quietly meet.
(Bridge - Instrumental with a walking bass and soft brushes on drums, saxophone solos weaving through)
(Verse 3)
She sips her coffee, eyes on the night,
Counting mistakes in the fading light.
Yet in every crack, a new song’s born,
A jazz riff rising with the breaking dawn.
(Chorus - softer, reflective)
Hard crust jazz, a bittersweet sound,
Five overbaked pies lying cold and round.
In every flaw, a story to keep,
In every burnt crust, a memory deep.
(Outro - Saxophone fades out with soft piano chords)
Hard crust jazz, oh, the night’s own tune,
Underneath the stars, and the silver moon.
She bakes, she dreams, though the crusts may fight,
Life’s a jazz song played softly through the night.