Documentary Short: Birthday Talk of a Baker and Surf Player

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Modern Classical, Impressionism, Spoken Word, Audio Documentary, sbvvc, 467rmgl

STUDIO

3 of 23 - Surfboard Beachsprays and Violet Velvet Cake

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Gapless to Play 'Surfboard Beachsprays and Violet Velvet Cake Theme'

Next Track👇:
Gapless to Play 'Flora Rubybelle, Lost in the Ocean, Looking for Belonging'

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Time Signature: 4/4 (mostly)

Key: E Mixolydian, A Major

[Genre Tag (only original song, reference, delete this if you release remixes)]
Genre: Modern Classical, Impressionism, Spoken Word, Audio Documentary
Influence: Post-Minimalism, Chamber Music, Ambient Pop, Art Pop, Progressive Electronic, Sound Art, Sound Collage, Field Recording, Glitch, Broadband Noise

[Intro]
Guests: happy birthday,
One of Guest: flora, are you okay?
Flora: don't worry, all good here.

[Spoken Word]
the bakery lights stayed on late, 
a bunch of birthday cakes and candles were enjoyed television seems no negative reported.
the oven clicked, the ocean breathed, 
and the city held its unfinished conversations,
she hid back under kitchen, heard some of them talking about hidden messages, 
sound of limited celebration broadcasts and distant engines.
until last hour, no warning signs, no dramatic footsteps, 
just two quiet bags in her bedroom,
What led to all of this?

first, let's trace it back to its origin.
a girl was born in background of ban mixture, at the same time, infinite broken windows and repeat fiuld flowing leak,
one day, she suddenly realized,
two rebellious lions yearned for companionship, ignoring and fight against the walls that surrounded them.
after, the room became a battleground for three, still no hope of redemption.
claws and fists, needles and blades, belittling and exhaustion—she teetered on the brink of collapse.
that day, she crawled with difficulty, afraid to close her eyes, lest she never wake up. 
finally, she left her home, allowing the commandos to storm in, collapse, and cut down the trees. She disappeared, never to return.
from that moment on, Zephrimarie vanished completely. no one knew her new identity.

she moved between several foster homes until she reached adolescence, 
no longer needing to depend on others, and began to live independently.
it was during this period that she met her best friend.
that's when she began her current career, but success can't unburden the heart, living for the eyes of others,
now, midnight news footage is flickering and malfunctioning,
before dawn, they've learned how to slip away quietly,
and the final candle burned, it's time to find new belonging.

[Outro]
- A Fallawai resident's morning routine when Flora left:

it's morning glow shine on my face, 
I have to wake up to watch worthy shows while i stay for,
i ka wela wela, right now, let me watch something new.

P.S. 
i ka wela wela -> in hot weather

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Copyright © 2025-2026 467 Rhythmic Mixing Genre Labs Lyrics and Music by 467 Rhythmic Mixing Genre Labs https://suno.com/@foursixsevenrmgl ALBUM: https://suno.com/playlist/f3713f47-891c-432f-9782-e3eadd8f38a3 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 3 of 23 - Surfboard Beachsprays and Violet Velvet Cake Previous Track👆: Gapless to Play 'Surfboard Beachsprays and Violet Velvet Cake Theme' Next Track👇: Gapless to Play 'Flora Rubybelle, Lost in the Ocean, Looking for Belonging' Want to know what influences our music? enter https://open.s_otif(f)y.com/playlist/2YaUN7ykAU8VFW7maYprou shop website 467rmgl-shop.fourthwall.com Time Signature: 4/4 (mostly) Key: E Mixolydian, A Major [Genre Tag (only original song, reference, delete this if you release remixes)] Genre: Modern Classical, Impressionism, Spoken Word, Audio Documentary Influence: Post-Minimalism, Chamber Music, Ambient Pop, Art Pop, Progressive Electronic, Sound Art, Sound Collage, Field Recording, Glitch, Broadband Noise [Intro] Guests: happy birthday, One of Guest: flora, are you okay? Flora: don't worry, all good here. [Spoken Word] the bakery lights stayed on late, a bunch of birthday cakes and candles were enjoyed television seems no negative reported. the oven clicked, the ocean breathed, and the city held its unfinished conversations, she hid back under kitchen, heard some of them talking about hidden messages, sound of limited celebration broadcasts and distant engines. until last hour, no warning signs, no dramatic footsteps, just two quiet bags in her bedroom, What led to all of this? first, let's trace it back to its origin. a girl was born in background of ban mixture, at the same time, infinite broken windows and repeat fiuld flowing leak, one day, she suddenly realized, two rebellious lions yearned for companionship, ignoring and fight against the walls that surrounded them. after, the room became a battleground for three, still no hope of redemption. claws and fists, needles and blades, belittling and exhaustion—she teetered on the brink of collapse. that day, she crawled with difficulty, afraid to close her eyes, lest she never wake up. finally, she left her home, allowing the commandos to storm in, collapse, and cut down the trees. She disappeared, never to return. from that moment on, Zephrimarie vanished completely. no one knew her new identity. she moved between several foster homes until she reached adolescence, no longer needing to depend on others, and began to live independently. it was during this period that she met her best friend. that's when she began her current career, but success can't unburden the heart, living for the eyes of others, now, midnight news footage is flickering and malfunctioning, before dawn, they've learned how to slip away quietly, and the final candle burned, it's time to find new belonging. [Outro] - A Fallawai resident's morning routine when Flora left: it's morning glow shine on my face, I have to wake up to watch worthy shows while i stay for, i ka wela wela, right now, let me watch something new. P.S. i ka wela wela -> in hot weather

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