Laps Beneath a Low Sun [SSC7, UK]

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My Song submission for the Suno Song Contest 7 [SSC7]
Good luck to everyone involved.

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This track is a warmly nostalgic and melancholic reflection of memories floating in calm water on a hazy summer afternoon.  Drifting in a deep vivid, cherished past that is both comforting and tinged with bittersweet longing.

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**    Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting   - LHT : The Left Hand Tree  :  ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree
[Created with Suno AI]

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https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K

💜 Thank you for your time in stopping by and checking out the track. 💜

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The pool’s half empty
or half full if you’re feeling soft.
Loungers lean like tired knees,
and the sun makes a ghost
of the diving board.

Push off
water greets like an old friend
with a joke
I’ve forgotten the punchline of.
It’s too hot for anything but floating,
the hush of no plans
sweet on my ears.

I’m ten,
or twelve,
or something without edges.
The days folded like beach towels,
wet and warm,
no clocks,
just the slap of wet footprints
telling time.

Nightswimming,
daydreaming.
We were just breathing 
not even meaning to.

I still float
in that slow gold 
where time holds
but doesn’t speak.

You cannonballed like a comet
elbows wide, joy sharper than splash.
We wore chlorine like cologne,
crisps crunched loud as laughter.
And there it was
happiness
without explanation.

Now I float,
arms wide,
sun drawing citrus lines
across my chest.
Face turned skyward,
searching
for what hasn’t happened yet.

I stay here,
between strokes,
in the middle of before and after.
The water keeps secrets like best mates do
takes the silence
and never asks
why.

Nightswimming,
daydreaming.
The water listening 
never asking.

You’re still there
in the glare and the hush 
in the blur
between now and then.

Back then,
summer was lawless and long.
Now I dip
and think of you
how we swam like permanence,
like sunburn couldn’t touch us.

There’s a brass tune in my head,
melting like a strip of film.
And I swim one more length,
not fast,
but honest
asking the water
to remember
what I can’t.

This might be
as close as I get
to going back.

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**    Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting   -  LHT : The Left Hand Tree  :  ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree
[Created with Suno AI]

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My Song submission for the Suno Song Contest 7 [SSC7] Good luck to everyone involved. -- This track is a warmly nostalgic and melancholic reflection of memories floating in calm water on a hazy summer afternoon. Drifting in a deep vivid, cherished past that is both comforting and tinged with bittersweet longing. -- ** Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI] === === Laps Beneath a Low Sun [SSC7, UK] === https://suno.com/@thelefthandtree https://open.spotify.com/artist/5YZwC61jMSuTjAlDC6Vm1K 💜 Thank you for your time in stopping by and checking out the track. 💜 ------------------------------ The pool’s half empty or half full if you’re feeling soft. Loungers lean like tired knees, and the sun makes a ghost of the diving board. Push off water greets like an old friend with a joke I’ve forgotten the punchline of. It’s too hot for anything but floating, the hush of no plans sweet on my ears. I’m ten, or twelve, or something without edges. The days folded like beach towels, wet and warm, no clocks, just the slap of wet footprints telling time. Nightswimming, daydreaming. We were just breathing not even meaning to. I still float in that slow gold where time holds but doesn’t speak. You cannonballed like a comet elbows wide, joy sharper than splash. We wore chlorine like cologne, crisps crunched loud as laughter. And there it was happiness without explanation. Now I float, arms wide, sun drawing citrus lines across my chest. Face turned skyward, searching for what hasn’t happened yet. I stay here, between strokes, in the middle of before and after. The water keeps secrets like best mates do takes the silence and never asks why. Nightswimming, daydreaming. The water listening never asking. You’re still there in the glare and the hush in the blur between now and then. Back then, summer was lawless and long. Now I dip and think of you how we swam like permanence, like sunburn couldn’t touch us. There’s a brass tune in my head, melting like a strip of film. And I swim one more length, not fast, but honest asking the water to remember what I can’t. This might be as close as I get to going back. ------------------------------ ** Lyrics and Music Style ideas / prompting - LHT : The Left Hand Tree : ©️ ©TheLeftHandTree [Created with Suno AI]

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