Three AM
Three AM
Only at three AM
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
I drove past the karaoke lights again
Neon dripping down the window glass
A girl was sleeping in a wedding dress
Under the ATM machine outside
You said the city only tells the truth
After all the trains disappear
And every taxi driver knows
Which ghosts still drink around here
Ah ah ah
Rain on the avenue
Ah ah ah
Nothing feels brand new
I saw her dancing in the blue smoke
Red lipstick melting in the rain
She looked like a television memory
Trying hard to stay alive
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
OH OH OH
CLAP YOUR HANDS AND STAY AWAKE
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
RAIN FALL DOWN AND HIDE MY NAME
All the chatrooms disappeared by morning
All the screen names faded into dust
But the cigarette burns on the counter
Stayed exactly where they were
You were laughing near the payphone light
Like the world could still be slow
And the bartender kept wiping glasses
To songs nobody knows
WHO STAYS AWAKE
TAXI DRIVERS
WHO FALLS IN LOVE
AFTER THREE AM
WHO REMEMBERS HER
NO ONE NO ONE
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP
Ah ah ah
Three AM
Three AM
Dance again
Dance again
Dance again
Dance again
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
OH OH OH
CLAP YOUR HANDS AND STAY AWAKE
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
EVERYBODY HIDE YOUR PAIN
THE WOMAN WHO ONLY DANCED AT 3AM
SHE STILL DANCES IN THE RAIN
OH OH OH
THREE AM
THREE AM
Three AM
Three AM
Three AM
Rain on the avenue
Rain on the avenue
- Lyricist
MASAQUI
- Composer
MASAQUI
- Producer
MASAQUI
- Programming
MASAQUI
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The Woman Who Only Danced at 3am
MASAQUI
A mysterious disco ballad discovered as the ending theme of a forgotten late night television show from 1996
A dangerous nocturnal recording about taxi drivers wandering through the hidden side of the city and a singer who only appears at three in the morning
Relentless handclaps
Rain soaked latin percussion
Distorted microphones
Worn tape hiss
Smoke filled nightclub air
Because the performance is imperfect the sleepless humidity of the city feels painfully alive
The song captures the loneliness anonymity and fading memories of the early internet generation through the texture of a television memory that never truly existed
An addictive midnight ghost disco recording lost somewhere between neon rain and static noise
