
Circuit Competition Round 10
This song deals with fleeting youth. We take it for granted, think it will last forever, until one day it's gone. It isn't like flicking a light switch on and off, it's a gradual process. The ball in the story is a metaphor for youth being left behind. The character is wise enough in her later years to help her own daughter enjoy a few more precious moments of fun.
[Intro: delicate solo harp motif, hazy dream-pop synth pads, soft ambient texture] [Verse 1: intimate, gentle female vocal, light rhythmic pulse, youthful warmth] As twilight settles in The streetlight flickers on A friendly game of kickball Like a thousand times before Having so much fun Not even keeping score The bouncy tie dyed ball That I bought at the five and dime Rolls into the trees We'll get it another time It's getting dark Tomorrow's another day Mom is calling Got to be on my way [Verse 2: flowing Drum and Bass breakbeat, prominent harp motif, wistful atmosphere] The bright colors of my bouncy ball Begin to fade as summer turns to fall [Refrain: melodic, hypnotic, emotionally understated, gentle vocal layering] Tomorrows come and go Faster than we ever know The days grow shorter My ball sits frozen in the ice and snow [Refrain: melodic, hypnotic, emotionally understated, gentle vocal layering] Tomorrows come and go Faster than we ever know As spring blossoms And flowers bloom The sound of children's laughter Sing a familiar tune The sound is familiar But the faces have changed My faded ball forgotten In the woods it remained [Final Verse: warm, intimate female vocal, fuller atmospheric layers, emotional restraint] So many years have come and passed The days of youth I thought would last I watch my daughter laugh and play A tie dyed bouncy ball A subtle reminder of forgotten yesterdays It's getting dark She asks if she can play just a little more Yes, yes of course Children laughing, having fun Not even keeping score [Outro: repeat final refrain, drums gradually recede, exposed harp motif and lingering reverb] Tomorrows come and go Faster than we ever know