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The Madripoor Lounge

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@ DUKE Art Academy (DJD Creative)

2026-10-04 03:24:47

Lyrics

Brass ceiling fan spinning lazy through the haze
A quiet corner table from a bygone golden age
Stripes of amber light falling cross a cream lapel
A sharp-dressed phantom with a thousand tales to tell
Black silk patch angled right across his eye
Watching every low-life and politician saunter by
Tuxedo bow tie buttoned crisp and clean
The deadliest gambler that the islands have seen

Crafted in the shadows by duke dot gallery, classy and cool
A deadly rogue who plays by no man's rule
Brushed drums tapping as the sax begins to moan
The king of Lowtown sipping whiskey all alone
Cigarette smoke curling round the cabaret door
Patch runs the tables down in old Madripoor!

Resting one arm easy on the curved wooden chair
Slicked-back wings in his dark parted hair
Venetian blinds casting patterns on the floor
While rain beats heavy on the South China shore
Fingers relaxed but ready for the brawl
Beneath that tailored jacket stands an adamantium wall
Rendered in markers with a vintage film noir glow
Every shadow striking as the melodies play slow

Crafted in the shadows by duke dot gallery, classy and cool
A deadly rogue who plays by no man's rule
Brushed drums tapping as the sax begins to moan
The king of Lowtown sipping whiskey all alone
Cigarette smoke curling round the cabaret door
Patch runs the tables down in old Madripoor!

Of all the gin joints where the weary drifters hide
He walks right through the doorway with a feral streak inside
A crooked little smirk as he surveys the room
Casablanca elegance cutting through the gloom

Crafted in the shadows by duke dot gallery, classy and cool
A deadly rogue who plays by no man's rule
Brushed drums tapping as the sax begins to moan
The king of Lowtown sipping whiskey all alone
Cigarette smoke curling round the cabaret door
Patch runs the tables down in old Madripoor!

The piano trails off to a mellow upright groove
Waiting on the syndicate to make their next move
The ice melts slow in the heavy crystal cup
Duke dot gallery... here’s lookin’ at you, bub.

Style of Music

1930s Big Band Noir, Sultry Tenor Saxophone, Upright Walking Bass, Brushed Snare Percussion, Smoky Lounge Stride Piano, Smooth Crooner Baritone Vocals, Melancholic, Casablanca Atmosphere