Brown Tabbies
About this track
TEN walks through the neon night with a tired grin, while four little brown tabbies tear through the city like ghosts he can’t let go of.
疲れた笑みを浮かべながら、TENはネオンの夜を歩き続ける。4匹のブラウンタビーだけが、手放せない亡霊のように街を駆け回っている。
A high-energy neo-swing track where TEN turns loneliness, control, and dangerous affection into a swaggering jazz-funk groove.
Track information
Brown Tabbies is a Neo-Swing / Jazz-Funk / Noir Pop / Cyberpunk Music track by TEN from NINE CITY RECORDS, created by DESIGN OFFICE NINE.
For licensing, usage, or collaboration inquiries, please contact DESIGN OFFICE NINE.
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Lyrics
Smoke hangs heavy in the neon glare
Four little hunters with a wild-eyed stare
Striped velvet ghosts on a midnight run
Calling my name ‘til the damage is done
I drink my whiskey in a house of rust
Built this empire on a handful of dust
I’m a king on a throne that’s starting to sway
But they’re climbing my back, and I’m feeling okay
Don’t look too close at the lines on my face
Kings always fall with a bitter embrace
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Tearing up the night!
Tiny little claws in the pale moonlight!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Running through the dark!
Searching for a home in a tired old heart!
And maybe tonight
The monster’s feeling alright!
Bass line struts down a hollow hall
Rain plays a drum on the window wall
They say I’m the man who owns this town
But the weight of the crown keeps dragging me down
One’s in my sleeve, one’s under the bed
One’s chasing shadows inside of my head
Four tiger skins in a velvet room
Love is a riot in the middle of ruin!
Swing that sorrow!
Swing that pain!
Dance like a king in the pouring rain!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Stars in the haze!
Leading me home through the city’s maze!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Stay close to me!
The only truth in this galaxy!
Maybe tonight
The city forgets my name
Yeah, keep the crown
I’ve got everything I need
Four little hunters with a wild-eyed stare
Striped velvet ghosts on a midnight run
Calling my name ‘til the damage is done
I drink my whiskey in a house of rust
Built this empire on a handful of dust
I’m a king on a throne that’s starting to sway
But they’re climbing my back, and I’m feeling okay
Don’t look too close at the lines on my face
Kings always fall with a bitter embrace
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Tearing up the night!
Tiny little claws in the pale moonlight!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Running through the dark!
Searching for a home in a tired old heart!
And maybe tonight
The monster’s feeling alright!
Bass line struts down a hollow hall
Rain plays a drum on the window wall
They say I’m the man who owns this town
But the weight of the crown keeps dragging me down
One’s in my sleeve, one’s under the bed
One’s chasing shadows inside of my head
Four tiger skins in a velvet room
Love is a riot in the middle of ruin!
Swing that sorrow!
Swing that pain!
Dance like a king in the pouring rain!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Stars in the haze!
Leading me home through the city’s maze!
Oh, my brown tabbies!
Stay close to me!
The only truth in this galaxy!
Maybe tonight
The city forgets my name
Yeah, keep the crown
I’ve got everything I need