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Red Clay Slide at Roland Garros

From Album 56 · 08 Sports Arena Victory Rock Anthem

About this track

"Red Clay Slide at Roland Garros" is a Passionate Clay-Court Pop piece created for quiet, focused and restful moments. The opening line "Slide, glide... ten yards of orange crushed brick on the court" sets the mood of the whole track. Produced for listeners who use music for study, relaxation and sleep support.

Lyrics

[Intro] [Clay Dust Footstep Slide and Spanish Guitar Strum] Slide, glide... ten yards of orange crushed brick on the court The most artistic battlefield in the sport! [Verse 1] [Spanish Nylon Guitar and Driving Pop Beat] Court Philippe-Chatrier bathed in the Paris sun Knowing that our clay court masterclass has begun Crushed terracotta brick dust stained upon my socks Defying all the heavy defensive locks Sliding ten feet on the outer clay to reach the ball Answering the glorious European call Curling a heavy topspin forehand down the line A clay court masterpiece of grand design [Pre-Chorus] [Castanets and Snare Snap] Clay dust flying like a cloud of orange smoke Where the championship determination awoke [Chorus] [Gritty Artistic Clay Court Drop] Sliding ten feet on the red crushed brick dust of Roland Garros Where every heavy sorrow becomes secondary and across Over the orange courts of Paris town Where the royal tennis legends are crowned Slide bold, strike deep, let the red clay fly Underneath the open Parisian sky [Verse 2] [Guitar Chops and Bassline] I tap my clay court shoes against my racket frame Writing in orange our victorious name The Paris crowd applauds our graceful slide With pure passion and unyielding pride [Bridge] [Soaring Vocal Harmony and Spanish Guitar Solo] Let the red clay courts inspire the brave For all the athletic dedication that our spirits gave Clay, Paris, rackets and loving grace Inside this sacred, open stadium space [Chorus] [Gritty Artistic Clay Court Drop] Sliding ten feet on the red crushed brick dust of Roland Garros Where every heavy sorrow becomes secondary and across Over the orange courts of Paris town Where the royal tennis legends are crowned Slide bold, strike deep, let the red clay fly Underneath the open Parisian sky [Outro] [Shoe Tapping on Racket Frame and Paris Cheers] Red clay slide... Roland Garros master! [Fade Out] [End]

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