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The Regret of a King | Dark Blues Noir | The Last Cigarette and the Midnight Blues

Experience the ultimate Dark Blues Noir soundtrack for the sophisticated soul. This cinematic, moody, and melancholic track is a refined blend of slow blues, jazz, and film noir atmosphere. Perfect for late-night drives, deep focus, or a glass of whiskey. Sovereign Whiskey Blues is dark, elegant blues music for those who lead in silence. A refined blend of Dark Blues, discipline, focus, and legacy. Dive into the smoky, atmospheric sound of "The Last Cigarette and the Midnight Blues." This track features a deep, gravelly vocal, a haunting slide guitar, and a smooth, melancholic saxophone solo, all set to a slow, dramatic 80 BPM rhythm.Instrumentação: Distorted Electric Guitar (Slide), Melancholic Saxophone, Walking Bass, Brushed Drums, Vintage Piano. Ideal for: Dark Academia playlists, Film Noir music, Cinematic Jazz, Slow Blues, Sad Jazz, Study Music, Whiskey Tasting, Late Night Music. Lyrics: The Last Cigarette and the Midnight Blues The smoke from my cigarette dances in the dim light, A linen suit, the tie that holds me too tight. The glass of whiskey reflects the rain on the pane, And the city's a stage, a cheap yellow stain. I search for your face in every shadow that crawls, Lost in the silence where justice stalls. Tell me who stole my very last ace, Where luck turned its back on my desperate chase. I only keep the scent of your cheap perfume, A dirty secret, a contract of doom. And all of the kisses we traded in the dark, Are just a slow blues leaving its mark. I found your lipstick on the lapel of my coat, A red stain of trouble, a note that I wrote. A ticket folded inside my vest pocket, A clue that leads me to a dead-end rocket. The moon is a spotlight that judges my soul, It shines on the spot where I lost all control. Tell me who stole my very last ace, Where luck turned its back on my desperate chase. I only keep the scent of your cheap perfume, A dirty secret, a contract of doom. And all of the kisses we traded in the dark, Are just a slow blues leaving its mark. I know that time is a relentless detective, And the truth is a dame who's never elective. But I sit at the table, playing my final hand, Hoping to fool the heart I can't understand. Tell me who stole my very last ace, Where luck turned its back on my desperate chase. I only keep the scent of your cheap perfume, A dirty secret, a contract of doom. And all of the kisses we traded in the dark, Are just a slow blues leaving its mark. A slow blues leaving its mark... A dirty secret, a contract of doom... #DarkBlues #FilmNoir #SlowBlues #CinematicMusic #JazzNoir #GentlemanBlues