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The Ghost in the Penthouse
Clinton Moore
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Jazzy BluesNoir BluesSouthern SoulIntrospectiveMelancholyConfessionalResignedSmoky
This is a slow, smoky, and melancholic jazzy blues track, a spiritual successor to "The Ten Second King." Titled "The Ghost in the Penthouse," it's a modern cautionary tale about a man who achieves immense wealth and success at the cost of his soul and his relationships. With an intimate baritone vocal and a classic noir-jazz arrangement, the song is the late-night confession of a man who has everything he ever wanted and nothing he truly needs.
[Intro] [Verse 1] Thirty stories high, the city sleeps below Just a billion tiny diamonds in a cold and lonely glow Got a twenty-year-old whiskey, in a five-hundred-dollar glass Watchin' my own reflection as the lonely hours pass This Italian marble's freezin', these leather chairs are deep And the silence in this palace is the only friend I keep. [Chorus] 'Cause I'm the ghost in the penthouse, the king of all this rust A monument of profit, built on broken love and trust I own the whole damn skyline, I bought it with my soul But there's nothin' in these empty rooms to ever make me whole Yeah, I'm the ghost in the penthouse, and this ain't paradise It's just a cold and beautiful prison, and I'm serving out my life. [Verse 2] I remember that cheap apartment, the one with the leaky roof We were drawin' out our future, we had passion, we had proof That all you need is one good heart to make a palace of a room Now I'm haunted by the memory of your long-forgotten perfume I traded all those golden days for days of solid gold And I bought myself a future that's already dead and cold. [Chorus] 'Cause I'm the ghost in the penthouse, the king of all this rust A monument of profit, built on broken love and trust I own the whole damn skyline, I bought it with my soul But there's nothin' in these empty rooms to ever make me whole Yeah, I'm the ghost in the penthouse, and this ain't paradise It's just a cold and beautiful prison, and I'm serving out my life. [Bridge] They put my name up on the building in a flashy neon sign A testament to the man who never quit the daily grind But the man they're celebrating, he's a stranger now to me I traded him away somewhere back in 2023... for a corner office view. [Saxophone Solo] [Chorus] I'm the ghost in the penthouse, a king of dust and rust A monument of profit, built on broken love and trust I own the whole damn skyline, I bought it with my soul But there's nothin' in these empty rooms to ever make me whole Yeah, I'm the ghost in the penthouse, and this ain't paradise It's just a cold and beautiful prison, and I'm serving out my life. [Outro] Serving out my life... Up here with all the lights... Goodnight, skyline... Goodnight...
Jazzy BluesNoir BluesSouthern SoulIntrospectiveMelancholyConfessionalResignedSmokySmooth Male BaritoneUpright BassTenor SaxophoneDrums (Brushes)Electric Guitar (Hollow-body)Rhodes PianoSunoGemini (Google)
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