Name: If I Could Be With You by Kalya Ramu
Duration: 3 min 3 s
Description: Trio, the third studio album from Canadian Jazz vocalist Kalya Ramu, showcases a captivating collaboration with guitarist Julien Bradley-Combs and upright bassist Duncan Hopkins. This album beautifully captures the intimacy of a jazz trio setting, allowing listeners to appreciate the rich timbres and textures of the instruments as they harmonize seamlessly.

Villancicos en Jazz: Música Navideña

Helado Jazz Turrón

朝日を浴びながら静かにボッサ

A Promise for Later

Mellow Waves: Chillout Jazz

Jazz Whispers

City Serenade: Jazz Lounge

Deep Pocket Beats

Trio, the third studio album from Canadian Jazz vocalist Kalya Ramu, showcases a captivating collaboration with guitarist Julien Bradley-Combs and upright bassist Duncan Hopkins. This album beautifully captures the intimacy of a jazz trio setting, allowing listeners to appreciate the rich timbres and textures of the instruments as they harmonize seamlessly.

If I Could Be With You

Soulful Whispers: Easy Listening Jazz

Gentle Rhythm Code

Mixed Signals: French Jazz

Morning Glow

Dans le noir de la nuit, le vent fait chanter,
Le Capitaine pirate, avec son coeur enflammé,
Sur les flots tourmentés, il a navigué,
Mais ce soir, son âme veut juste s’évader..

Au sommet des vents, où la lune danse,
Sa taverne l’attends, pleine de romances,
Les rires et les chants, la lumière des lanternes,
Ici il est roi, de la taverne.

Les bouteilles s’entrechoquent, l’horizon s’éveille,
Ses hommes à la table, racontent leur merveilles,
Des histoires de trésors, de sirènes et de Briggsy,
Chaque gorgée de grog, un écho du passé quand il était petit..

Au sommet des vents, où la lune danse,
Sa taverne l’attends, pleine de romances,
Les rires et les chants, la lumière des lanternes,
Ici il est roi, de la taverne.

Les ombres dansent autour, comme un souffle de vie,
La mer peut rugir, mais ici c’est l’harmonie,
Un dernier verre levé, aux âmes perdues,
Dans ce refuge doré, il trouve sa vertu,

Au sommet des vents, où la lune danse,
Sa taverne l’attends, pleine de romances,
Les rires et les chants, la lumière des lanternes,
Ici il est roi, de la taverne.

Alors il lève son verre, aux braves et aux fous,
A cette taverne magique, il appartient, c’est tout.
Sur les cimes de la nuit, son coeur libre s’élance,
Capitaine éternel, dans sa douce transe.

Au sommet des vents, où la lune danse,
Sa taverne l’attends, pleine de romances,
Les rires et les chants, la lumière des lanternes,
Ici il est roi, de la taverne.
Ici il est roi de la taverne,
A la taverne.

La Taverne au Sommet

I don't need no Santa, not this time
Just a little wish stuck in my mind
Waiting for something can't describe
A little spark, a little pain

Beneath the dazzling light so clear
There's a warmth that never feels near
The snow falls down, but it's you I see
In my heart where you meant to be

Another drink another smile
But your memory lingers for awhile
A laugh escapes but it feels the same
Just a hint of you still calling my name
Just a hint of you still calling my name

Maybe Christmas

Beyond the Horizon

Late Night Jazz

Everything soaked in regret and old Hollywood black & white
1952 Female Detective TV Show by Edwin H. Balder
She walked in like a whisper, silk on tile
Red wine lips, cigarette smile
Her glove hit the floor like a dare, like a flag
“You find things, don’t you?” she said with a drag
The file said “missing,” but the trail was warm
Hotel ledger signed in a trembling form
Room 6 smelled of jasmine and gunpowder
The mirror cracked, but her perfume was louder
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
The bellhop flinched when I asked her name
Said she checked in twice, but never came
A matchbook folded in a lover’s code
And a lipstick note that said “I owed”
She never blinked when I said his name
But her pulse betrayed the flame
The lace she wore was stitched in grief
And every thread spelled disbelief
There was blood on the cuff of her coat
A receipt for a room she never wrote
A photo torn, just half a face
And a diamond ring in a velvet case
She said he vanished, left her cold
But the bruises bloomed in stories told
She wasn’t chasing ghosts or men
She was chasing silence once again
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace...this lamp light tail
But here’s the twist she didn’t see
I found the truth she meant for me
A bullet lodged in a music box
A name engraved beneath the locks
The maid saw her leave at 2:09
With powder burns and shattered wine
She paid in cash, she wore his coat
And left a note that simply wrote:
"He said forever. I said ....nope"
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace... 
Her... final... veil...
The case is closed, the file is sealed
But I still taste the lies she peeled
She wore regret like vintage silk
And poured revenge as smooth as milk
The lace was hers, the crime was clean
She played the part, she set the scene
And I—
I let her go
Because I know
What women do
When they’re alone
And done
With being seen

All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to Tina and Dell and  most of all to MoJo Linn for the will to put a trumpet in a song in 2025!!!   Let people know you found a new norm here...Thanks....

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If I Could Be With You

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