Song Ny Spraxxx
Published 2026-06-20T09:05:25Z UTC by Jacques / SPRAXXX
TITLE: “IRIS OVER CANADA (26TH CENTURY BEACH TAPE)” slow instrumental, 78 BPM, glass piano + ocean synth + angelic breath pads
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INTRO (soft Iris-style piano, distant wind over water) Northern tide breathing slow salt and snow learn to glow somewhere between cloud and shore the world forgets it was ever war
angelic static humming low like radios praying through radio snow
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VERSE 1 Canadian shoreline, silver long pine trees lean like they know a song lake-to-ocean, water repeats old earth dancing on patient feet
canoe ghosts in the midnight foam calling every wave “come home” maple light on a drifting pier time moves soft when the sky is near
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PRE-CHORUS (angel humor enters) somewhere an angel drops its harp says “oops” — makes the seagulls start laughing in frequencies humans miss turning thunder into a kiss
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CHORUS (Iris slow rise, emotional lift) Iris over Canada blue everything breaks but it still feels true salt in the air like a sacred code light bends softly on the northern road
hold me where the cold winds sing where even silence has angel wings we are small but the ocean knows how to turn us into something whole
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BEATBOX INTERLUDE (26th century upgrade) tsk-tsk–brrt / wave-sync / echo snap / frost-kick boot loop rhythm on tidal data hh-krrr / angelic glitch laugh / sub-bass drift
system note: “emotion packet received” re-routing through maple leaves
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VERSE 2 (more playful, future tone) beaches built from light and code sand that remembers every load children laughing in hologram air building castles out of “be there”
angels now on maintenance shift fixing clouds that forgot how to drift one says “humanity’s kinda loud” then joins the beat inside the cloud
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CHORUS (bigger, warmer) Iris over Canada wide even the stars come down for the ride no one lost and nothing is gone just echoes learning how to belong
hold me where the cold winds sing where broken things still learn to ring we are small but the ocean knows how to turn us into something whole
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OUTRO (piano fades, ocean remains) 26th century shoreline breath love decoded out of death angel hums in a minor key “still here… still here… still here… be free”