Tempo: 130 BPM (A brisk, swirling waltz)Vibe: Opulent, cinematic, and bittersweet[Intro](The piano plays a shimmering upward scale, followed by a heavy, rhythmic 1-2-3 bass line on the cello or double bass.)[Verse 1]Polished floors and the scent of the sea,Confetti falls down like a golden degree.The orchestra’s playing a feverish tune,Under the glow of a paper-white moon.Diamonds are shivering, silk starts to sway,As we dance the remains of the decade away.[Chorus]One-two-three, spin through the garden of light,One-two-three, losing our ghosts in the night.It’s the Gatsby Waltz, where the bubbles don't burst,Quenching a hunger and feeding a thirst.We’re chasing a green light that’s just out of reach,Leaving our footprints on West Egg’s beach.[Verse 2]He stands by the marble, a drink in his hand,A king with no crown in a cardboard land.The laughter is loud but the silence is deep,When the party is over and memories creep.So pour out the gin and ignore the clock's chime,We’re just beautiful fools in a borrowed time.[Bridge](The music swells; the brass section becomes louder and more frantic)And the yellow cars fly through the valley of ash,A beautiful ride for a terrible crash.But here in the ballroom, the flowers stay fresh,While the spirit is weak and the vanity’s flesh![Guitar or Clarinet Solo](A 12-bar solo that mimics the melody of the chorus, but with lots of trills and "blue" notes.)[Chorus]One-two-three, spin through the garden of light,One-two-three, losing our ghosts in the night.It’s the Gatsby Waltz, where the bubbles don't burst,Quenching a hunger and feeding a thirst.We’re chasing a green light that’s just out of reach,Leaving our footprints on West Egg’s beach.[Outro](The tempo slows down significantly. The instruments drop out one by one until only the piano remains.)So we beat on...Against the current...One...Two...Three.(A final, soft, dissonant chord lingers and fades.)
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