QUACKsutra 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ⚆ where we sing FU

Splitting the JAZZsutra playlist because, while it’s true the history of Jazz and Blues are dearly intertwined, (I think) their respective musical, spiritual, and emotional patterns are different enough that (I feel) they deserve an opportunity to be experienced separately… it’s like the story of Dolon Trusk becoming FOTUS on Martin Luther King Day—that’s definitely BLUESsutra and not jazzy at all (ha, boo) 🔥

BLUESsutra

GROWsutra (curiosity) is where we practice courage, dare be brave and breathe deeper, to learn better bigger and evolve already, yes  bananas can spread #empathy

GROWsutra : DARE (to care)

Foreign

Banjo Hip Hop totally makes sense, but(t) that duck story, it’s like the worst twilight zone episode of my lifetime—I can’t even begin to explain the levels of cognitive dissonance happening in my French-American soul… The duck phenomenon is a narcissistic disgrace far beyond any benefit of the doubt, a tragic farce that nuked any trust and hope I had for people of the Wild West to understand the meaning and importance of “liberty, equality, fraternity”, integrity, or humanity 🦆🧨

Win-Win in Unity (F the Duck) • Banjo Hip Hop • Bananasutra(BLOW)

Shout out to Kamama’s dreams and the sound of banjo! Please #vote for a chance at a democratic future, not the certainty of an authoritarian regime… and get that bloody FOTUS disgrace of an elephant-duck-bully-con dummy liar off our backs already 🗳️ #banjomatters
—

Who wants a bloody old elephant in control?
Who needs a bully, an ignorant, acting like troll?
Who says women’s freedoms aren’t at stake?
Who cheers on rude rats fighting like cats, all fake…

[Chorus]
Kamala’s here, and she has a dream,
Clean air, safe water, justice redeemed.
For equal rights, living free from fear,
In her fight for justice, the stakes are clear

Donald is weird, like a bullet gone mad,
Spouting out lies, felon’s making us sad.
Here to pontificate, not educate, who is that man?
Making cases to negate a debate, with a woman!

[Chorus]
Kamala’s here, and she has a dream,
Clean air, safe water, justice redeemed.
For equal rights, living free from fear,
In her fight for justice, the stakes are clear.

Vance is weird, guy’s got no nuts, no guts,
Chasing down cat ladies, stakes lost in ruts.
out of context, like he just fell from a coconut tree
Miserable, Hissing at women’s right to be childfree!

[Chorus]
Kamala’s here, and she has a dream,
Clean air, safe water, justice redeemed.
For equal rights, living free from fear,
In her fight for justice, the stakes are clear,

Kamala’s a queen with dreams so high,
Singing ‘Freedom’ with Beyoncé, reaching the sky.
Raised eighty-one million in just one day,
For justice and fairness, she’ll lead the way.

She believes in clean water and air,
Safety from gun violence, laws that are fair.
Women’s right to choose, their own pride,
LGBTQ+ rights, no need to hide.

[Chorus]
Kamala’s here, and she has a dream,
Clean air, safe water, justice redeemed.
For equal rights, living free from fear,
In her fight for justice, the stakes are clear.

She promises healthcare, reform in her dreams,
Equal opportunity, hope redeems.
No child in poverty, let freedom ring,
In the land of equality, brave voices sing.

Kamala has a dream (and that duck just blows) • bananasutraBLUES

Well QUACK, I dunno where to start, or how to explain that true crime story that happens on presidential (duck) debate night… but(t) it’s fair to say his reality ominously feels like fiction, and some ducks are obviously immune to #shame (ahem). On the bright side, it’s also true I laughed out loud about this madness ALL NIGHT, so I made a song about it—helps with anxiety hehe (still laughing 🦆🤪)
—

Hide your pups, hide your cats, lock ‘em up tight
Donald’s spinnin’ tales, got us laughin’ all night

Donald said, "Yo, watch out, them pets ain't safe!
Immigrants cookin' cats, it’s a crazy state!"
But from a town in Ohio, the tale’s a joke,
Meanwhile, Kamala’s cool, breakin’ chains with a poke

[Chorus]
Bro, he said it’s true, I saw it on TV, whoa
Hide your dogs, hide your cats, oh no!
Nonsense flyin’, delusions high,
But Kamala’s here, bringin’ truth from the sky!

Donald’s feedin’ memes, stirrin’ up the crowd,
Kamala’s speakin’ sense, while he’s shoutin' loud.
No dirty tricks, she just keeps it real,
As Donald dances crazy, she's the one to heal!

[Chorus]
Bro, he said it’s true, I saw it on TV, whoa
Hide your dogs, hide your cats, oh no!
Nonsense flyin’, delusions high,
But Kamala’s here, bringin’ truth from the sky!

Donald’s spinnin’ tales, but we ain't swayed,
Kamala’s keepin' calm, truth’s here to stay

Hide your pets (DonOld said!) • Blessed be Banjo au Lavabo • bananasutraBLUEGRASS

Blessed be the people of ‘murica who vote(d) to get this whacky joke of quacky shmuck, aka (please pardon my French:) 34X FOTUS of my Anus aka “ducktator” off our backs now 🦆🧨

—
Oh, Donald dreams of ducktators, ruling the land so bold,
But Kamala told the world last night, that story’s getting old.
He praised a new-age Hitler, from Hungary he came,
But Kamala stood for liberty and said, “He’s just insane!”

(Chorus)
Oh, Donald, you’re a ducktator, a wannabe of sorts,
But you can’t handle democracy, with all its honest courts.
Kamala schooled you right, my friend, with facts so clear and free,
You want a dictatorship, but we got liberty!

He flipped and flopped on policies, confused ’bout every case,
Denied the truth, no shame at all, a public disgrace.
Kamala stood for families, for justice, and the law,
While Donald talked ’bout baby kills, just graspin’ at some straw.

(Chorus)
Oh, Donald, you’re a ducktator, a wannabe of sorts,
But you can’t handle democracy, with all its honest courts.
Kamala schooled you right, my friend, with facts so clear and free,
You want a dictatorship, but we got liberty!

The Ducktator (lament) • That’s All Folks • BananasutraDUCK (yuck)

I dunno about you, but(t) I sure am grateful for BANJOsutra Making American Fears Utopia, one song at a time (ha)... a special Single release for ya, while I finish roasting that big Mad Duck Circus of Americana album, oh la la :)
--

They say the loudest wins the crowd,
With hollow words and faces proud,
Where lies dance like marionettes,
While truth’s forgotten, lost in debts.

Promises slip like sand through a sieve,
They teach us to take, forget how to give.
Greed in the throne, with a smile of stone,
And virtue’s left wandering, out on her own.

It’s the tyranny of ignorance, ruling with charm,
Blindfolds and sirens that sound the alarm.
In a world that’s lost its way, truth gets silenced,
The echoes of wisdom drowned out by violence.

They preach of power, of winning the race,
But is it victory or a hollow disgrace?
Deception wears the crown, parades as the prize,
While empathy fades under jaded skies.

Education abandoned, critical thought left behind,
Empty slogans are the currency of the blind.
For those who see, it’s a mournful sight,
Watching darkness dress itself as light.

[Chorus]
It’s the tyranny of ignorance, dressed to impress,
Pulling the strings in a tangle of mess.
Where the wise grow weary and the brave hold tight,
Clinging to truth in the gathering night.

But there’s a spark, a whisper, a call to be bold,
To dig for wisdom, to seek what’s untold.
A heart that questions, a mind that sees,
Can cut through the lies, can break the disease.

In the shadows they hide, those who still know,
That the power of kindness is what makes us grow.
They’re quiet but fierce, with eyes that are clear,
And their ripple is stronger than what we fear.

It’s the end of the tyranny, it crumbles to dust,
When wisdom and courage reclaim their trust.
For all who remember what’s truly right,
The dawn breaks softly, restoring the light.

A(nother) Brel-infused Lyricsutra™️ song remake, based on "L'accordéon de la vie" <3

+++ Bonus fun fact: the meme of the duck playing the accordion also does deserve credit for my inspiration, and if you haven't seen it, you should totally #quack it, or whatever hehe


The Tyranny of Ignorance : BANJOsutra (Single Duck Release)

file under #truthmatters (in a holy manner) ♾️ 
This song is about being brave, about being fair, about telling the truth because it is the right thing to do, in the name of holy win-wins... I believe #learning by sharing experiences, ideas, and feelings (good and bad) is (literally:) the meaning of #evolution aka #life and therefore, our humble holy duty, as humans on earth... plus, why not aim to #grow (together) rather than blow (apart)? Tell me? <3

Tell the Truth : BANJOsutra

🍟 En vrai, on est tous frères. Et la Terre, c'est notre Mère ䷁ #truestory (at least in my heart;)
--
🍔 In truth, we're all brothers (I really believe that, I mean, wish fool thinking matters, ha). And the Earth, it's our Mother... the mighty blue planet ruthless greedy pigs keep r----g, encore et encore, and yes that's a hanged man game for you (and your banana) to solve hehe ;)

--
@bananasutra lyrics

En Vrai, On Est Tous Frères, et la Terre, c'est notre Mère <3

[Intro lent et hypnotique]
On se sent seuls, c’est vrai
Avec ou sans enfants, tu sais
Meme si on partage une terre
Qui n’a meme pas de vrai frontière

Un monde en ruines, des rêves brisés
Une drôle de réalité, toute fragmentée
Des cœurs fermés, pétris de peur
meme si on aime tous les fleurs

[Chorus]
Oui, en fait, on est tous frères
Et la terre, c’est notre mère
Sans haine, sans guerre
Et sans frontières

[Refrain hypnotique, chanté lentement, presque murmuré]
Oui, c’est vrai, on est tous frères
sur planète Terre, sans frontières
Y a Mille couleurs dans la lumière
Qui éclaire nos âmes nos prières

[Verse 2]
Les guerres forgent des carapaces
Le temps qui passe laisse des traces
Des mains seules, tendues vers l’infini
Vers l’espoir, la lumière, dans la nuit

des jours passent, des nuits s’enchaînent
Comme de lourdes chaînes, made of peine
Des ptit cœurs qui battent sans paix, 
Des enfants qui se batte en vrai, 

[Bridge – parlé, sur un groove lent et planant]
Pour quoi? Des mondes fracturés
Des horizons à révolutionner
Des marées d’idées qui montent
Des rêves sans peur, sans honte

[Chorus]
Parce qu’en vrai, on est tous frères
Sur une terre sans frontières
Oui, c’est vrai, c’est bien clair
C’est ensemble qu’on fait lumière

[Instrumental Break – basse envoûtante et vocalises éthérées]
Ooh, ahh, na-na-na, hey-hey

[Outro – comme une prière]
Au final, on est tous des frères
Sur une terre sans frontière
C’est clair, oh, si clair
Quand on chante la même prière
c'est divin, la seule vraie lumière





[Intro lent et hypnotique]
On se sent seuls, c’est vrai
Avec ou sans enfants, tu sais
Meme si on partage une terre
Qui n’a meme pas de vrai frontière

Un monde en ruines, des rêves brisés
Une drôle de réalité, toute fragmentée
Des cœurs fermés, pétris de peur
meme si on aime tous les fleurs

[Chorus]
Oui, en fait, on est tous frères
Et la terre, c’est notre mère
Sans haine, sans guerre
Et sans frontières

[Refrain hypnotique, chanté lentement, presque murmuré]
Oui, c’est vrai, on est tous frères
sur planète Terre, sans frontières
Y a Mille couleurs dans la lumière
Qui éclaire nos âmes nos prières

[Verse 2]
Les guerres forgent des carapaces
Le temps qui passe laisse des traces
Des mains seules, tendues vers l’infini
Vers l’espoir, la lumière, dans la nuit

des jours passent, des nuits s’enchaînent
Comme de lourdes chaînes, made of peine
Des ptit cœurs qui battent sans paix, 
Des enfants qui se batte en vrai, 

[Bridge – parlé, sur un groove lent et planant]
Pour quoi? Des mondes fracturés
Des horizons à révolutionner
Des marées d’idées qui montent
Des rêves sans peur, sans honte

[Chorus]
Parce qu’en vrai, on est tous frères
Sur une terre sans frontières
Oui, c’est vrai, c’est bien clair
C’est ensemble qu’on fait lumière

[Instrumental Break – basse envoûtante et vocalises éthérées]
Ooh, ahh, na-na-na, hey-hey

[Outro – comme une prière]
Au final, on est tous des frères
Sur une terre sans frontière
C’est clair, oh, si clair
Quand on chante la même prière
c'est divin, la seule vraie lumière


 ䷁  ䷁  ䷁  ䷁  ䷁  ䷁  ䷁  ䷁ 

#QOTD : WHY aren't more artists being vocal and collaborating to speak up about the rise of corporate fascism? And, WHERE, I mean WHOOO (TF) are the punk rockers, beatniks, are creative and caring critical thinkers ALSO an extinct species? Hello, new generations, who's gonna help save history (and my good conscience) from more bloody stains of lame shame this century around? Maybe AI? MWAHAHAHA...  🤖🏴‍☠️

En Vrai, On Est Tous Frères • BLUES MANTRA FRENCHsutra

En Vrai, On Est Tous Frères • BLUES BANJO FRENCHsutra

Before the 2024 election I did not think he could win, I wrote this song about the hard-core Republican campaign initiative formerly branded “PROJECT 2025” (if you’re not familiar with it, imagine what a “New American Fascism Manifesto” may entail). Spoiler: I was as wrong as powerless about the election... And now, Project 2025 is becoming a reality. 

As all bullies do, FOTUS clearly gets off on harassing The People, with cruel, authoritarian, illogical, and (literally) unconstitutional lose-lose orders and initiatives—on the daily since his inauguration! And my candid and vulnerable question is… how can one even #hope⁉ 
🇺🇸💔  #trustmyass #screwed #yearofthesnake

—
@bananasutra lyrics 
(Lyrical rhythm inspired by “Debaser”, the badass surrealist Pixies’ song that goes… “hey, I’ve been trying to meet you”)

Hey! I’ve been trying to trust you!
Hey! Are we dreaming or are we screwed?

Project two-oh-two-five’s on the rise,
Selling dreams wrapped in disguise.
“No more divorces, no birth control!”
Ban it all, take your soul.

Oh, say! Can you deceive?
With tax breaks for the rich and a pipe dream reprieve.

Hey! Honky-tonk schemes for the land of the free,
Ripping the roots of democracy.
Social nets frayed, the future’s on fire,
March to the tune of a conman’s choir!

Contraceptives? Out the door!
Raise drug prices, hurt the poor.
Public schools? Wave goodbye!
Teach the kids one holy lie.

Hey, hey! What’s the next move?
Drill the Arctic, dismiss the proof.

[Chorus]
Hey! Honky-tonk dreams for the land of the free,
Books are banned, no DEI.
Ice caps melting, the air feels dire,
March to the tune of a conman’s choir!

Single moms in a single file,
Traditional values stretched a mile.
Defund the feds, stack the courts,
Pack your bags for a deport report.

End birthrights, tear the seams,
Make America great by crushing dreams.
Turn up the amps, hear the cry,
Polar bears wave a frozen goodbye.

Oh, say! Can you conceal?
Your “land of the free” cuts the Achilles heel.

[Chorus]
Hey! Honky-tonk schemes for the land of the free,
Freedom’s sold for a corporate spree.
Hope is naive, but we’ve got desire,
March to the tune of a conman’s choir!

Hey! I’ve been trying to trust you.
Hey! Is there anything left to do?
Mass deportation, walls and lies,
Honky-tonk dreams and tear-filled skies.


Project 2-0-2-5 • Ducky BLUESsutra

I owe this one to Johnny Cash, and my deeply empathetic existential daddies…


@bananasutra GROWsutra lyrics + #aivoice on FOLK #sunomusic :

I walk through streets, so cold and bare,
Every face I see, they don’t seem to care.
I’m trapped in shadows, where hope’s expired,
I fell into, this world of ice and fire.

[Chorus]
I fell into a mean, cold world,
Lonely nights, with no place to turn.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The pain and the fear,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

The voices fade, but the hurt remains,
No guiding light, just endless rain.
I cry for peace, but the echoes die,
In a world where love’s gone dry.

[Chorus]
I fell into a mean, cold world,
Lonely nights, with no place to turn.
And it burns, burns, burns,
The pain and the fear,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

In this world of ice and fire,
I’m lost in the fire,
In this cold, cruel fire.

Where Hope Expires • Folk BANJOsutra

“Double Standards” (or “Why We Can’t Be Brave?”) Vol. 2 EP x4—a trippy, psychedelic LOFI gypsy waltz-like musically inspired by Jacques Brel encore, mon amour <3

@banansutra lyrics + #aivoice on #sunomusic 

In a world of unspoken lies,
Where courage fades, and silence thrives,
We ask ourselves, but no one replies:
Why can’t we be brave?

They censor the skin but cradle the sin,
Guns in the hands, but the truth locked in.
War on the screen, try explaining to kids,
How double standards make a life dismiss.

Why we can’t be brave? Why we can’t be kind?
Lose our souls, then lose our minds.
Integrity whispers, humility calls,
Grow and glow where the banjo sprawls.

Corporate suits, they bankroll control,
Silence the light while they profit the cold.
Generations lost in the fire they’ve sown,
Who claims the right to destroy what’s grown?

[Refrain: Faster, More Urgent]
Why we can’t be brave? Why we can’t be kind?
The spiral tightens, lose your mind.
Banjo Sutra calls, humanity falls,
Dance and waltz till the curtain sprawls.

Spin with the rhythm, the banjo hums,
Gypsies are waltzing where the fire comes.
Dogs save lives as humans regress,
Grow through the chaos, confess, confess!

Let the music weave through the pain,
Bravery’s spark in a storm of disdain.
We rise and fall, but it’s never too late,
Rewrite the night, reclaim your fate.

Why we can’t be brave? Why we can’t be kind?
Stuck in a circle, we rewind.
Integrity whispers, humility calls,
Grow and glow as the banjo sprawls!

In a world of unspoken lies,
Where courage fades, and silence thrives,
We ask ourselves, but no one replies:
Why can’t we be brave?


[1] Double Standards (why we can't be brave) • VOL. 2 • LOFI FOLK


They say “empathy is weakness” because feeling makes you question what they can’t afford to answer...

@bananasutra lyrics

Some lies are harder than reason
Some laws are madder than hell
Some truths are louder in silence
And we remember
what we remember
when we feel

Proud men pretend they’re protectors
But they’re just scared of the real
They preach like pain is a posture
But we remember
what we remember
when we feel

They say “empathy is weakness”
But what they mean is:
“Feeling makes you disobedient.”
“Feeling makes you dangerous.”
Feeling makes you question
what they can’t afford to answer.

Some hearts were born into concrete
Some facts were hacked with a seal
But even bruised, we remember
What they can’t steal—
what we remember
when we feel

Some souls are braver than others
Some lies are harder to heal
Some fears become a religion
But we remember
what we remember
when we feel

Not weakness…
Not madness…
Not soft…
Not small…
We remember
it all.


we remember what we remember when we feel 2

This EPx7 flows from Blues to Indie to Dub to Drum Mantra, and it's about a song I created yesterday... after popping up on Facebook (as I very rarely do) and writing a heartfelt plea in a TL;DR kind of comment, in response to an old friend I respect very, very much, who is a young, brilliant disabilities attorney, hard-working diversity advocate, music production teacher and hella fun and stylish DJ, and as queer as bright and brave <3

+++ here's the comment:

This is not about you, or me, it's about documenting the truth. It's about the integrity of American history. It's about exposing the abject lies and cruel actions of an authoritarian regime with no conscience nor accountability. It's about helping each others understand what(tf) is actually happening, ever since a convicted rap!st and recidivist fraudster felon "rigged the elections" (sic). It's about helping each other fight greed and corruption. It's about educating the people, equally. It's about justice, and the importance of transparency. It's about honesty. It's about being brave, and discussing the reality of fasc!sm in this country. 
It's about being kind, and that means being clear. Speaking up is the very least you, and I, and everyone MUST do.
Please, please, DO speak up! Why Not? We must, while we still can… Mass-incarcerations haven't started yet (ha hahem). 

+++ @bananasutra lyrics:

[Verse 1]
It’s not ’bout me, it’s not ’bout you,
It’s about the wounds that never heal through.
It’s about pages torn from time,
Truth in exile, buried in rhyme.

It’s about the silence, cold and wide,
Where history’s ghosts are forced to hide.
Not for glory, not for clout —
Just for saying what it’s about.

[Chorus]
What it’s about…
Is the truth they drown.
What it’s about…
Is the breaking down.
What it’s about…
Is the cries unheard.
What it’s about…
Is the weight of words.

[Verse 2]
It’s about a felon crowned in gold,
Feeding lies like they were soul.
It’s about greed with a mask of grace,
Selling fear to stay in place.

It’s about schools that never taught,
And cages built from every “ought.”
It’s about naming what they shout,
Then whispering: that’s what it’s about…

[Chorus]
What it’s about…
Is the ones they chain.
What it’s about…
Is the hidden pain.
What it’s about…
Is the smoke, the screen.
What it’s about…
Is what freedom means.

[Bridge]
It’s about the cost… of keeping still.
The hush that bends a nation’s will.
It’s not a choice to speak or not —
It’s breath, it’s blood, it’s all we’ve got.

They laugh and call it overblown,
While prisons fill and hearts turn stone.
But kindness cuts the deepest way —
And truth, my love, don’t look away.

[Final Chorus]
What it’s about…
Is the love that stays.
What it’s about…
Is the darker days.
What it’s about…
Is the voice inside.
What it’s about…
Is the will to rise.

[Outro]
So please…
Speak while we still can…
Before the silence
Takes the land.

That’s what it’s about.
Yes…
That’s what it’s about.

[end]



[01] What It's About - BLUESsutra

Some lyrics of mine

Song
Ein Moment für Dich

Finster ist's um Dich herum.
Sei nicht dumm.
Zünde Dir ein Lichtlein an,
dessen Flamme Dir hell leuchten kann.

Lese Du im Buche das,
was Du auch gut verstehst.
Lese Du mit Spaß,
so wie Du zu Dir stehst.

Da kommen Dir Gedanken ein.
Manche sind so frisch.
Nimm es wahr, das wäre fein.
Setze Dich an diesen Gabentisch.

Erkenne all der Dinge gutes Wesen,
ohne Dich zu jucken.
Sie sind schon immer so gewesen.
Was sollten sie da bedrücken?

Find Du auch zurück zu Dir.
Das gilt es zu bejahen,
wann immer hinter Deines Geistes Tür
sich Dir die Gedanken offenbaren.

All diese Dinge begreife,
so dass sie Dir gerecht werden.
Ja, an dieser Idee reife,
dafür möchte ich werben.

Manches solltest Du auch lassen.
Das kann gerne geschehen.
Wirst Du Dich damit befassen?
Momente kommen, Situationen vergehen.

Ein Moment für DIch

Ein Moment für Dich

… a solemn, tragic poem made of tears turned into a song⸻in the name of the sacred democratic truth, for the many wounded already, and the millions yet to be wronged, ignored or terrorized, hunted, jailed, starved, and enslaved... all silenced by American fasc!sts  ☠ ☆☆☆ 

@bananasutra lyrics:

⸻
I speak not for power, nor pride in disguise,
But for the Earth, for the children with frightened eyes.
For the silence that screamed when no one replied,
For the truth that you buried, and the books you denied.

For the mothers unheard, for the breath that was choked,
For the treaties you tore, for the bridges you broke.
I come not with fury, but with memory’s flame—
To whisper the names that you covered in shame.

⸻
[Chorus]
Hereby I cry, in the name of the still,
Of the sacred, the silenced, the hearts you won’t kill.
Not to punish, not to preach, not to tear down the sky—
Just to speak what was true.
Hereby, I cry.

⸻
You crowned the cruel, gave the false your stage,
Called it “truth” when it trembled, “strength” when it raged.
You sold off the soil, made a brand of belief,
Preached “freedom” while peddling despair and deceit.

You mocked the meek, turned mercy to sin,
Put pride in a costume and fear in its grin.
But I come not to damn — just to testify,
That love was still here.
Hereby, I cry.

⸻
You crowned a man who mocked the scar,
Whose name sits in courtrooms, yet shines like a star.
You laughed with him — while others bled,
Called truth “too woke,” and justice “dead.”

He joked of touch like it was game,
While survivors bore the weight and shame.
But silence is not peace — it’s the cost we deny.
So in their name,
Hereby, I cry.

⸻
If decency paid like fame and spin,
He’d be the poorest man to ever win.
Bankrupt in soul, in truth, in grace —
But rich in smirks and courtroom face.

No vault could hold the debt he owes —
To women, to children, to winds that know.
If justice kept ledgers, if conscience could bill,
He’d owe the Earth a mountain still.

⸻
So if you hear this, may you hold it true —
Not just for me, but for what we undo.
For every child still learning the cost,
Of a world that forgets who and what it lost.

Hereby, I cry.



[05] Hereby, I Cry • Arabesk Drum MANTRA

Dreamtime

i love the taste of perfume

Echoes of Truth (VOICES) is my love letter to truth-tellers and peace seekers, and all the kids hoping to help humanity grow up kinder…

Lyrics are inspired by the song “Respect”, flipped with a purpose—because in a world where too many are shamed or silenced, using your voice is a revolutionary act.

Margaret Atwood said it best: “Powerlessness and silence go together.” So this is a mantra. A protest. A reminder.
Speak. Sing. Shout if you have to. Because war begins when voices are lost.

Blessed be our voices.
Blessed be the truth.
Blessed be respect.

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@bananasutra lyrics: 

[Verse 1]
What you want, baby, we got it,
A voice, oh, don’t you see?
It’s a gift, you can’t deny it,
Speak up, set yourself free!

[Pre-Chorus]
Use it now, don’t keep it hidin’,
Sing it out, your truth’s so clear,
Power gone, when silence’s near, yeah,
Fight the fear, no shame ’round here!

[Chorus]
V-O-I-C-E-S, that’s what we need, oh yes,
V-O-I-C-E-S, speak for the world, no less,
(Just a little) Voice, (just a little) Voice,
(Just a little) Voice, we all need, oh, come on!
We shout when we want it, yeah.

[Verse 2]
When they try to shame and censor,
Hide the truth, close every door,
Don’t you know, we’re gonna rise, love,
‘Cause silence brings on war!

[Pre-Chorus]
Say it loud, break through the madness,
Blessed be the sound, so strong,
Power gone, when we stop singin’,
Hold your voice where it belongs!

[Chorus]
V-O-I-C-E-S, that’s what we need, oh yes,
V-O-I-C-E-S, speak for the world, no less,
(Just a little) Voice, (just a little) Voice,
(Just a little) Voice, we all need, come on!
We shout when we want it, yeah.

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#EchoesOfTruth #GROWsutra #VoicesNotSilence #PeaceMantra #IndieAnthem #BananaSutra

Echoes of Truth (VOICES) • GROWsutra Peace Mantra INDIE

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Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

Order Eats the Sun

… because life on earth is a Psychedelic Cabaret, and “music is the only religion that delivers the goods” (like Frank said). 

To be clear, all I really know is I dunno shit about fck (like Socrates said:)—music and songwriting included. But(t) I feel it, the music, so damn deeep in my soul! I’m just a humble existential fool, a silly banana who likes to play and share, to question and learn. Words are my oldest best friends, hearing myself sing is a freaking miracle (trust me on that lol), and I believe curiosity and #gratitude are the keys to happiness… So voilà, there’s that.

Also, (if you’re curious) BananaSutra is not just a made up BS brand kinda word, it’s actually the name of my DIY Bible—a collection of songs telling true stories of faith, to help me (and perhaps you) make sense of a world gone wild, like bananas gone foul in shallow ignorance and deadly malevolence… Think of it as an agnostic testament of sorts, an audio book of songs with quirky lyrics about things that matter, like the definition of right and wrong, and the meaning of truth, joy, justice, peace, grace, and awe 🕊️

Some call it Artificial Intelligence, but(t) I call Authentic Imagination, Alternative Ideas, Augmented Innuendos, Abstract Illogisms… hopefully, you get the gist? The point being, life is the story we tell ourselves and LYRICS matter—each @bananasutra song has a wondering root and a loving purpose, guided by one of (my) 7 (bananas) sutras: 
- KNOWsutra : is it fair?
- BLOWsutra : is it foul?
- SHOWsutra : is it fun?
- GROWsutra : is it fear?
- FLOWsutra : is it free?
- GLOWsutra : is it fab?
- BOWsutra : is it awe?