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"TAKE ME TO PARIS" by Scott Bellina | MUSIC VIDEO

Original 1940s-style jazz torch song and AI-animated music video. Vintage big band swing meets modern heartbreak. Follow jazz singer Phyllis Louise, a smoky club chanteuse as she sings about digital love, texting through sunrise, and the ache of a hundred thousand words that never make a sound. That certain uncertainty of intimacy in the digital age. Ironically, this is a song about becoming real. About wanting to be worn down by love until you're no longer just thread and buttons but something that breathes. But what happens when the person you love would rather stay a shadow than risk the mess that love makes? A love letter to anyone who's ever loved someone through a screen and wondered if they were real at all. __ Lyrics: Sitting on these church steps eating takeout alone Seventeen months of green dots glowing on my phone You heart my messages like they're just another post I'm sending you my shadow 'cause it's all I've got to show Your shirt said "Take Me to Paris" But we can't even make it to Brooklyn I'm highlighting children's books Hoping you'll read between the lines I'm looking Texting through the sunrise, strangers in the same town Hundred thousand words and can't make a single sound You say you're unloveable, I say you're afraid Of becoming real, of the mess love makes Take me to Paris or just take the train Meet me in the middle of this beautiful pain Saw you at The Gramercy in your Shining dress Jack Nicholson smiling at your emotional distress "We always had good vibes" you said in past tense heat While I counted every time we never had to meet You were my favorite, you finally confessed After sixteen months of one-word responses to my best I'm standing in the sunset proving I exist While you're somewhere else being everybody's therapist Texting through the sunrise, strangers in the same town Hundred thousand words and can't make a single sound You say you're unloveable, I say you're afraid Of becoming real, of the mess love makes Take me to Paris or just take the train Meet me in the middle of this beautiful pain (Just bass and quiet vocals building) Maybe love is just a shadow on the steps Maybe real is just too dangerous a bet Maybe I'm the rabbit waiting to be worn Maybe you're just tired of being torn We're screaming through the sunrise, ghosts in the same town A hundred thousand words that never make a sound I see you, I see you, underneath the masquerade But you'd rather be a shadow than the mess that love has made Won't take me to Paris, won't take the train Just another beautiful, impossible, digital pain (Take me to Paris) Or anywhere at all (Take me to Paris) Before we fade to sprawl Your shirt said "Take me to Paris" But baby, I can't even get a call __ Words & Music by Scott Bellina ©2025. Music Production by Suno AI. Creative / Artistic Direction by Scott Bellina. Video Editing by Scott Bellina. Video Content generated with AI. Now available on Apple Music & Spotify.