feat(sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony): Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony — MoBead [3 production styles]

MoBead's third single. Canadian suburb mowing ritual June through
September, then bracing for winter. The riding mower as bassoon,
the electric as oboe, the trimmers as the string section, the
catch-the-stone clatter as percussion. The conductor is the sun.

Bridge captures the September turn ('The oboe quit last week.
The bassoon yesterday.'). Final verse: the last mower of the year,
a solo, then the long white quiet coming on.

Three production interpretations shipped — Tee picks one (or all three):
- A: Pastoral Chamber (88 BPM, G major) — chamber strings, oboe, French horn
- B: Musique-Concrète Field-Recording (110 BPM, F# minor) — the mowers ARE the orchestra
- C: Lo-Fi Indie Folk (76 BPM, D major) — fingerpicked porch-step intimate

Bead-click foley preserved across all three styles (MoBead signature).
Lore beats woven subtly: Mississauga + SAUL-TEE under tarp.

Deliverables:
- tracks/sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony/lyrics.md (3250 / 5000)
- tracks/sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony/production-notes/A-pastoral-chamber.md (741 / 800)
- tracks/sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony/production-notes/B-musique-concrete.md (778 / 800)
- tracks/sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony/production-notes/C-lofi-indie-folk.md (794 / 800)
- tracks/sunday-lawn-mowers-symphony/README.md (track card + style picker)

Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 4.7 (1M context) <noreply@anthropic.com>
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# Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony
**Artist:** MoBead
**Length target:** 3:304:00
**Released:** 2026-06-07 (draft)
**Label:** BadBeadRecords
## Concept
MoBead's third single. The most Canadian song the label has shipped. From June to September every Sunday morning, lawn mowers start one by one across the neighborhood, building into an accidental orchestra — the riding mower as bassoon, the small electric as oboe, the trimmers as the string section, the catch-the-stone clatter as percussion. The conductor is the sun.
Then October comes. The orchestra loses players one by one. The bridge captures the September turn ("The oboe quit last week. The bassoon yesterday."). The final verse: the last mower of the year, a solo, then the long white quiet coming on.
## Three production interpretations
Same lyrics, three production lenses. Pick one to take to Suno — or render all three and let the song live in different rooms.
| Style | BPM | Key | Vibe |
|---|---|---|---|
| **[A — Pastoral Chamber](./production-notes/A-pastoral-chamber.md)** | 88 | G major | Chamber strings + oboe + French horn. Suburban Sunday grandeur. Worthy-of-an-orchestra treatment, affectionate. |
| **[B — Musique-Concrète Field-Recording](./production-notes/B-musique-concrete.md)** | 110 | F# minor | The mowers ARE the symphony. Pitched-down riding-mower sub-bass, two-stroke drones tuned to chord tones, trimmer-whine shimmer. Gallery-art tender. |
| **[C — Lo-Fi Indie Folk](./production-notes/C-lofi-indie-folk.md)** | 76 | D major | Just MoBead and a small acoustic ensemble. Fingerpicked guitar, brushed kit, harmonica at bridge, tape saturation. Porch-step intimate. |
**Bead-click foley** is preserved across all three styles (MoBead's signature).
## Lore beats woven in
- **Mississauga** ("the whole of Mississauga humming its Sunday hymn") — V2
- **SAUL-TEE under the tarp** in the driveway, workshop door shut on the Sabbath — V3
- Quiet, single nods. The neighborhood is the protagonist; the workshop is part of the chorus.
## Copyright gates (all passed)
- Zero real composers (Copland, Cage, Schaeffer, Reich, etc.)
- Zero real folk/indie acts (Bon Iver, Iron & Wine, Sufjan, Father John Misty, etc.)
- Zero mower brand names (no Deere, Honda, Cub Cadet, Stihl, Toro) — only colors and engine types
- Original phrasing throughout
## Files
- [`lyrics.md`](./lyrics.md) — full lyrics, all sections (3250 / 5000 chars)
- [`production-notes/A-pastoral-chamber.md`](./production-notes/A-pastoral-chamber.md) — 741 / 800 chars
- [`production-notes/B-musique-concrete.md`](./production-notes/B-musique-concrete.md) — 778 / 800 chars
- [`production-notes/C-lofi-indie-folk.md`](./production-notes/C-lofi-indie-folk.md) — 794 / 800 chars
## Credits
- **Creative direction:** Puff Beaddy
- **Lyrics:** BadBeadRecords lyrics room
- **Production notes:** three parallel producers (one per style)
- **Brief from:** Tee (2026-06-07)

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# Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony — Lyrics
**Artist:** MoBead
**Track:** Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony
**Length target:** 3:304:00
---
```
TITLE OPTIONS: Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony
ARTIST: MoBead
[INTRO — instrumental, ~12 bars]
[VERSE 1]
First Sunday in June, the dew still beaded on the grass,
sun coming up slow over the cul-de-sac.
I'm on the front step with a chipped blue mug,
coffee black, no sugar, watching the morning yawn.
Three doors down, a low rumble — pull-cord, pull-cord, catch.
The green one coughs once, settles into a hum.
Then the orange one across the street, four-stroke purr.
The dog at number twelve barks at every start.
A kid drags his bike out of the open garage door,
bell on the handlebars, ringing for no one in particular.
Sprinklers tick on the corner lot, a small applause.
The neighborhood is tuning up. The conductor is the sun.
[CHORUS]
Sunday lawn mowers symphony,
six engines breathing in different keys.
Suburb full of slow musicians,
nobody knows they're in the orchestra.
Sunday lawn mowers symphony,
my whole street playing the same long song.
Coffee gone cold, I don't mind,
I'm listening till the last note's gone.
[VERSE 2]
By eleven it's the full ensemble, every driveway in.
The riding mower two blocks over — that's the bassoon,
deep brass bellow rolling around the bend.
Little electric by the hedge, that's the oboe,
high thin whine threading through the low.
String section: the trimmers along the chain-link fence,
buzzing sixteenth notes nobody wrote down.
Percussion comes free — somebody catches a stone,
clatter-clatter-ping, the blade complains and forgives.
Ice cream truck two streets away playing its tinny loop.
Hockey nets pushed to the curb like cellos at rest.
The whole of Mississauga humming its Sunday hymn.
[CHORUS]
Sunday lawn mowers symphony,
six engines breathing in different keys.
The loud red one across the street
keeps the tempo for the rest of us.
Sunday lawn mowers symphony,
no program, no encore, no ticket sold.
Just the block and the heat and the cut grass smell —
the only concert that mows itself.
[BRIDGE]
September Sunday, the air has turned.
Frost ghosting the windshields by six a.m.
Only three mowers running now, not seven.
The oboe quit last week. The bassoon yesterday.
A sweater pulled fresh from the cedar chest.
Kettle on the stove a little more often.
The orchestra is losing players, one by one —
they're not gone, they're just packing the instruments away.
[VERSE 3]
Last Sunday of October. I step out, mug in hand.
Half a block off, one mower running. Just one.
The green one, the same one that started us in June,
pushing a final slow lap around a stiffening lawn.
No bassoon under it. No strings on the fence line.
No oboe, no trimmer, no clatter, no bike bell.
Just that one push mower, a solo nobody asked for,
a soloist closing the season with grace.
SAUL-TEE sits patient in the driveway under a tarp,
workshop door shut — the saw respects the day.
[FINAL CHORUS]
Sunday lawn mowers symphony,
one engine breathing in the only key.
He finishes the row, he kills the motor.
The whole neighborhood goes quiet at once.
Sunday lawn mowers symphony —
sleep well. We'll tune up again in June.
[OUTRO — fade, ~8 bars]
One mower fading down the block...
garage door rolling slow to the ground...
kettle whistling somewhere inside a warm house...
and the long white quiet, coming on.
```

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# Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony — Production Style A: Pastoral Chamber
**Lens:** suburban Sunday morning grandeur — chamber strings, oboe, French horn. Frames the everyday ritual as worthy of an orchestra. Warm, affectionate, never ironic.
---
```
TITLE: Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony [STYLE A: pastoral chamber]
ARTIST: MoBead
GENRE/STYLE: Pastoral chamber Americana, suburban-orchestral hymn
BPM: 88
KEY: G major
VOICE: Weathered baritone, close-mic, half-chant verses, bridge opens to tender sung legato; light room, never dry.
INSTRUMENTATION: Chamber string quartet, solo oboe, French horn chorus lifts, brushed kit, timpani, mallets, walking upright bass, bead-click foley.
AMBIANCE: Sunday sun, sprinkler hiss, distant mower drone, screen doors, hymnal stillness.
REFERENCE VIBE: cul-de-sac as concert hall, sprinkler as timpani, hedge trimmers as woodwinds.
STRUCTURE: 0:00 oboe intro / 0:18 V1 / 0:52 CH / 1:22 V2 / 1:54 CH / 2:24 BRIDGE / 2:54 V3 / 3:18 FINAL CH / 3:40 OUTRO fade.
```

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# Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony — Production Style B: Musique-Concrète Field-Recording
**Lens:** the mowers ARE the orchestra. Field-recorded foley pitched and looped into the entire instrumental bed. Gallery-installation patience meets suburban tenderness. Electroacoustic, avant-garde, slightly fierce.
---
```
TITLE: Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony [STYLE B: musique-concrète field-recording]
ARTIST: MoBead
GENRE/STYLE: Electroacoustic musique-concrète field-collage
BPM: 110
KEY: F# minor
VOICE: Dry close-mic baritone, half-chant verses, sung bridge, no reverb.
INSTRUMENTATION: Pitched-down riding-mower idle as sub-bass; two-stroke drones tuned to F#m; trimmer-whine +2oct shimmer; stone-clink/blade-tick percussion; sprinkler 16ths; bead-click foley; bridge harmonium pad.
AMBIANCE: Gallery patience meets suburban Sunday tenderness — cul-de-sac air, distant dogs.
REFERENCE VIBE: Cul-de-sac through pitch-shift; a lawn rebuilt as frequencies.
STRUCTURE: 0:00 foley bed / 0:20 V1 / 0:50 CH / 1:15 V2 / 1:45 CH / 2:10 BRIDGE harmonium / 2:40 V3 / 3:05 FINAL CH / 3:25 OUTRO Doppler fade.
```

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# Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony — Production Style C: Lo-Fi Indie Folk
**Lens:** intimate front-porch song. Just MoBead and a small acoustic ensemble. Tape-warm, slightly hissy, breathing. The song the symphony forgot to play.
---
```
TITLE: Sunday Lawn Mowers Symphony [STYLE C: lo-fi indie folk]
ARTIST: MoBead
GENRE/STYLE: Lo-fi indie folk, porch-step acoustic
BPM: 76
KEY: D major
VOICE: Close-mic weathered baritone, half-chant verses, sung intimacy on bridge.
INSTRUMENTATION: Fingerpicked steel-string acoustic (center-left), brushed kit, upright bass on roots, pump-organ + Wurli warmth on choruses, harmonica at bridge, distant single-mower foley (one nod, three streets away), bead-click foley, tape saturation.
AMBIANCE: Sunday morning porch step, coffee cooling, slow.
REFERENCE VIBE: The song the symphony forgot to play — one mower humming three streets away as the whole orchestra.
STRUCTURE: 0:00 intro / 0:18 V1 / 0:50 CH / 1:12 V2 / 1:44 CH / 2:06 bridge — harmonica / 2:34 V3 / 3:02 final CH / 3:24 outro fade.
```