【JapaneseJazz / AI Music】 The Nekomata's Tavern - 暮六つ English version

#JapaneseJazz #Yokai #Nekomata #JapaneseFolklore #FemaleVocals #OriginalSong #AIMusic This is the English version of a song originally created in Japanese. Listen to the original Japanese version here:    • 【和ジャズ/AI音楽】暮六つ   I’m not trying to change the song into something completely different for an overseas audience. Rather, I made this version because I love Japanese culture, and I know there are people around the world who feel the same way. If this song reaches someone who enjoys Japanese music, anime-inspired stories, or the atmosphere of Japanese pop culture, I would be very happy. The first chapter in a Japanese jazz series exploring seven supernatural mysteries of Edo, the city now known as Tokyo. In a quiet corner of town, a nekomata—a supernatural, two-tailed cat from Japanese folklore—runs a little tavern. Humans and yokai, the uncanny beings of Japanese folklore, mingle as guests in this song. ＜Lyric＞ On the edge of Edo, right by the moat Down a narrow alley, dark at noon One broken lantern sways alone Only those who see it cross the curtain No samurai can see this shop Wealthy merchants cannot find it either Humans and yokai sit shoulder to shoulder Tonight again, the seats are quietly filled Welcome in, there is an empty seat I won't ask your name or your history If you're unsure you're human or yokai You can just drink right here tonight Leave the rules of the world outside the door Complain or regret, just do as you please Slowly swaying her two tails side to side The nekomata owner looks the other way A ronin who only swings his blade A carpenter's boy scolded on his way home A fox soul not yet quite a yokai Clutches a cup in the corner tonight Those who don't fit in, they always talk the most Those who don't fit in, they always laugh the most The half-empty feelings they can't tell a soul Nobody here will ever put them to blame She doesn't speak of her past in Kyoto Beneath the old diviners' eaves Just a little kitten growing old in time Her tail split in two, she came east To keep from troubling the ones who cared for her Drifting all alone until she finally arrived Before she knew it, such a noisy little shop "What a funny fate," she murmurs with a purr Welcome in, let's have another round Decide where you're going when the morning comes Humans and spirits, when the liquor takes hold Raise their voices over silly little things Taking down the curtain as the dawn draws near "Goodness me, they were noisy again today" Saying that, she leaves the embers burning warm In case a late guest wanders in