The Dirtiest Album Ever Recorded* — Vol 3 (Finale) · Track 13 · middle
Slow Motion
PARODY, laundered-double-entendre album (Vol 3, the finale). Write ORIGINAL wholesome lyrics that SOUND suggestive from the title but are LITERALLY and innocently about the slow-motion instant replay at the ballgame. The dirty mind is the listener's — the song is clean, DistroKid/YouTube-safe, G-to-PG. Vintage register to era. ⛔ CRITICAL COPYRIGHT RULE: do NOT reproduce, quote, or lightly paraphrase the source song's CHORUS/HOOK or ANY distinctive lyric line (even the famous tag line). Suno's filter WILL reject it and it creates real copyright liability. Borrow ONLY the general TITLE idea. Invent a completely fresh hook about the slow-motion instant replay at the ballgame. Source parodied (idea only, never its words): Slow Motion (2004).
Lyrics
A cloud of dust at home plate. A roar, then a question. Everything stops. The whole park holds its breath, waiting for you. It happened so fast. A streak of white and gray. The slide, the catcher's desperate sweep. The man in blue made the call in a blink. But the dugout phone is ringing. The manager walks out, slow. He points a finger to the sky. So take me there in slow motion. Pull it back for me, frame by frame. Let me see it all, that long extension. Whisper the truth of the game. The Jumbotron comes to life. We go back, together. Every angle they can find. Like an old Ampex machine from the 1960s, over-cranking, unspooling time. There's the cleat, hovering above the chalk. There's the tag, a breath too late. A beautiful, brutal ballet that no one saw. Oh, take me there in slow motion. Pull it back for me, frame by frame. Let me see it all, that long extension. Whisper the truth of the game. Somewhere in New York, in a cool, quiet room, they're watching too. They've been doing this since 2014. No more ghosts of 1985. Just the cold, clean image. Hold it right there... ...right there. Yeah, take me there in slow motion. Pull it back for me, frame by frame. Let me see it all, that long extension. Whisper the truth of the game. The umpire raises his hand. The call is overturned. Safe. And the world starts moving again. Just for me. In slow motion.