Playlist | Saturday in Swing | Cheerful Vocal Jazz for Brunch & Cafe

Original English vocal jazz with intimate piano, double bass, brushes and warm acoustic colors. Saturday in Swing invites gentle listening for Brunch & Cafe. Original songs and newly painted vintage jazz illustrations; a measured base playlist plays twice in the same order. This collection brings together 13 original English-language recordings in a gentle, unhurried sequence. The music was composed with the help of AI, using original lyrics and individual arrangement ideas prepared for this playlist. Each song follows a small memory, an almost-spoken feeling, or a quiet moment shared on the way home. The order moves between different vocal and arrangement ideas while keeping a consistent, intimate mood. It is designed as a companion for reading, studying, a calm afternoon, or a little time to yourself. The complete sequence plays twice; entries marked (loop) identify the second pass. Arrangement palette: acoustic bass, brushes, acoustic bass and brushes, upright bass, restrained brushes. Tracklist 00:00 The Wall Between Our Rooms 03:34 The Price of a Saturday 07:36 Let the Dress Fit Me 12:41 The Last Slice on the Plate 17:39 Her Cup Behind the Glass 22:37 Six Months in Another Town 27:21 Twenty Overcoats 32:45 The Price of a Saturday 36:53 Let the Dress Fit Me 42:00 The Last Slice on the Plate 47:03 Her Cup Behind the Glass 52:00 Six Months in Another Town 56:35 Twenty Overcoats 1:01:09 The Wall Between Our Rooms(loop) 1:04:44 The Price of a Saturday(loop) 1:08:46 Let the Dress Fit Me(loop) 1:13:51 The Last Slice on the Plate(loop) 1:18:48 Her Cup Behind the Glass(loop) 1:23:46 Six Months in Another Town(loop) 1:28:31 Twenty Overcoats(loop) 1:33:55 The Price of a Saturday(loop) 1:38:02 Let the Dress Fit Me(loop) 1:43:10 The Last Slice on the Plate(loop) 1:48:13 Her Cup Behind the Glass(loop) 1:53:09 Six Months in Another Town(loop) 1:57:44 Twenty Overcoats(loop) Lyrics Highlights Selected excerpts — not the full lyrics. Song: The Wall Between Our Rooms We'll save the swing for twelve till one, When the cups are on the table and the shadows step away. You can have your little rhythm, I can have my sleep at night, We can make a little room without deciding who is right. The world is not a solo all the way, We'll save the swing for twelve till one. Song: The Price of a Saturday I can sing and still ask what it pays, I can love the little room and have a right to count my days. I can put my heart in something without giving it away, I can say a gentle no and have a lovely thing to say. There is work behind the evening, There is practice in the phrase. I can sing because I love it, And I can still ask what it pays. Song: Let the Dress Fit Me Let the dress fit who I am, Let the seam have room to give. I have somewhere I would like to go; I have an evening I would like to live. Keep the color that I loved, Change the part that doesn't sit. Let the dress fit who I am; I don't owe the photograph a fit. Song: The Last Slice on the Plate I can keep a welcome without keeping watch, Leave a little room without holding all the clocks. You can find a day to come; You can tell me if you can't. I can keep a welcome without keeping watch, And still have an evening of my own. There's a place for you if you should want to come, And a way for me to carry on. Song: Her Cup Behind the Glass Put her name beside the ordinary things, Beside the cup that doesn't say a word. There's a little of a morning that she brings To a room where all the quiet past is heard. You can keep the date and maker where they are; I have something they were never meant to tell. Put her name beside the ordinary things; She was Martha, and she used the cup herself. Song: Six Months in Another Town I can take the road and still be coming home, Still be glad to see your coat beside the door. I can want the work that takes me somewhere else, And still want the life that's waiting at our door. I can take the road and still be coming home; There's no need to make a single answer cover all. Let me say the things I'm glad and frightened of; Let us make a plan that's small enough to hold. Song: Twenty Overcoats The coats were hanging on to every note, Keeping all their comments in their sleeves. I could play the song the way I'd learned it, Let the final chord have time to breathe. The coats were hanging on to every note; There was music in the room I'd come to fill.