BALL GAME (Subway Remix of Brothers Wild)

experimental electronic, brazilian funk, funk fusion

[Intro] (pads + city ambience + soft texture)
[light movement]
[wide space]
[soft texture shift]

Friday lights, dust in the air
Chewin’ on a straw, new boots, same chair
Scoreboard glow hittin’ that rusted chain
Whole town here for the ball game (ball game)

[Verse 1]
(kick + bass + piano)
[tight groove]
[bass variation]
[extra hi-hat bounce]
[higher notes accent]

I’m in the back row talkin’ too loud
Hat turned low, king of this small crowd
You walk by smellin’ like suntan and cherry
Bleach-blonde hair in your granddad’s Chevy

You say, “You comin’ out after they play?”
I say, “Girl, I been waitin’ all damn day”
You laugh, steal my cap, run up those stands
Heart jumpin’ like the drumline band

[Chorus]
(full groove + guitar + synth)
[tight groove]
[bass more punchy]
[piano riff variation]
[extra hi-hat bounce]
[playful synth accent]
[rhythmic fill]

It’s a ball game, baby, small-town fame
You in my hoodie and you wear my name
Kiss in the parking lot, spark that flame
Caught up in the lights at the ball game (ball game)
It’s a ball game, baby, dirt and grace
French fry salt on your pretty face
Hands on your hips, ain’t playin’ safe
Fallin’ in love at the ball game (ball game)

[Verse 2]
(light drums + guitar + pads)
[groove softened]
[wider space]
[soft chord change]
[texture shift]

Halftime hits, we sneak under them bleachers
You trace hearts on my faded t-shirt
You say, “Don’t tell mama ‘bout this part”
I say, “Girl, that’s why they call it heart”

Band plays off-key, we two-step crooked
Your lip gloss smudged, yeah you know I took it (uh)
Friends talk trash but they jealous, too
‘Cause they ain’t got a Friday night like you

[Chorus]
(synth lead + glitch + vocal chop)
[playful lead variation]
[glitch accent]
[stutter effect]
[short vocal chop]

[Bridge]
(elements fade)
[texture shift]
[wider space]
[soft ambient fade]
[city ambience]

Years from now when the field’s run down
We’ll ride past slow on the edge of town
Say, “Right there, that’s where it all changed”
Two kids, one night, one ball game (one ball game)

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[Intro] (pads + city ambience + soft texture) [light movement] [wide space] [soft texture shift] Friday lights, dust in the air Chewin’ on a straw, new boots, same chair Scoreboard glow hittin’ that rusted chain Whole town here for the ball game (ball game) [Verse 1] (kick + bass + piano) [tight groove] [bass variation] [extra hi-hat bounce] [higher notes accent] I’m in the back row talkin’ too loud Hat turned low, king of this small crowd You walk by smellin’ like suntan and cherry Bleach-blonde hair in your granddad’s Chevy You say, “You comin’ out after they play?” I say, “Girl, I been waitin’ all damn day” You laugh, steal my cap, run up those stands Heart jumpin’ like the drumline band [Chorus] (full groove + guitar + synth) [tight groove] [bass more punchy] [piano riff variation] [extra hi-hat bounce] [playful synth accent] [rhythmic fill] It’s a ball game, baby, small-town fame You in my hoodie and you wear my name Kiss in the parking lot, spark that flame Caught up in the lights at the ball game (ball game) It’s a ball game, baby, dirt and grace French fry salt on your pretty face Hands on your hips, ain’t playin’ safe Fallin’ in love at the ball game (ball game) [Verse 2] (light drums + guitar + pads) [groove softened] [wider space] [soft chord change] [texture shift] Halftime hits, we sneak under them bleachers You trace hearts on my faded t-shirt You say, “Don’t tell mama ‘bout this part” I say, “Girl, that’s why they call it heart” Band plays off-key, we two-step crooked Your lip gloss smudged, yeah you know I took it (uh) Friends talk trash but they jealous, too ‘Cause they ain’t got a Friday night like you [Chorus] (synth lead + glitch + vocal chop) [playful lead variation] [glitch accent] [stutter effect] [short vocal chop] It’s a ball game, baby, small-town fame You in my hoodie and you wear my name Kiss in the parking lot, spark that flame Caught up in the lights at the ball game (ball game) It’s a ball game, baby, dirt and grace French fry salt on your pretty face Hands on your hips, ain’t playin’ safe Fallin’ in love at the ball game (ball game) [Bridge] (elements fade) [texture shift] [wider space] [soft ambient fade] [city ambience] Years from now when the field’s run down We’ll ride past slow on the edge of town Say, “Right there, that’s where it all changed” Two kids, one night, one ball game (one ball game)

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