"Queer Almighty" is a seminal (not bollocks) bananasutra question... Got answers? Please do share! Blessed be the brave, blessed be the kind (like Francis). Ordo Amoris matters 🙏

[06] Queer Almighty - Queer Enough to Cabaret - BANJOsutra

Once upon a time, Stalin's Purge and Hitler's SS commandos and Night of the Long Knifes, for example, were the source of much American arrogance, and spite. This sense of superiority resulted in much complacence, and they became increasingly cocky, uneducated, and bigoted... 

And then, a deeply amoral, cruel, greedy, deadly Felon Rapist TV reality populist yazi jerk rigged the elections, and started methodically implementing the grift of the century, aka #project2025 , wiping his ass with the constitution, and rejoicing in the victory of lies and violence as a new default modus operandi. He did not care to govern, only to ruin things and control people, for undisclosed, shallow, sociopathic reasons--beside hubris and greed. He succeeded in less than 6 months, he destroyed Democracy, Constitution and Environment included, and started the duck purge with MASS DEPORTATIONS. 

But this was just a warm up... he couldn't wait to get to the better part, i.e. MASS INCARCERATIONS! How such an idiotic prick could run the grift of the century, I'll never understand, but he sure is, with no opposition. The general apathy or complicity of the majority have been just as heartbreaking, to be fair... What I do know tho, is everyone's freedom and safety are now at great risk, FOR REAL--THIS IS NOT A DRILL-- and I personally am too sensitive, and have too much integrity, empathy, and familiarity with his type of personality to hope I may be able to adapt, and survive... And so, I say, IF YOU CAN, NOW, RUN!!

Unedited description + 22 tracks list dump, to harmonize with the local chaos ya know, ha... #bewoke


RUN v2 - Muse DUB

Dirty cabaret, Reality Radio Show à la BLOWsutra... 

@bananasutra lyrics:

❛ Kindness without truth just ain’t kindness. Freedom without accountability-ness
Why can’t we agree that lying is wrong? Or take a chance, and learn from a song?…

They smiled when they lied, called it charm, Wrapped poison in sugar and warmth. They kissed with a twist and said, “Baby, be nice” While dealing deceit with a double slice.

You think kindness is flattery, wrapped up in grace? Nah. Kindness is truth—said straight to your face.

It’s the glitter on the turd, baby, don’t be absurd— Looks real cute, but so morally blurred. If you’re nice while you lie, that’s a dangerous word… Kind is clear. This? Just glitter on a turd. 

They called it “freedom”—but ran from the cost, Danced through the fire while claiming they’re lost. No guts, no grace, just ego in drag, Selling fake hugs with a red, white, and blue tag.
Truth ain’t rude. And clear ain't cruel. But fakin’ nice? That’s the narcissist’s tool.

It’s all glitter on a turd, baby, don’t be absurd… 

Be nice if you want… But if you can’t be clear, Don’t call it kind. Call it what it is. 
K thanks bye. ❜

Made with #sunomusic and #aivoice

[03] Glitter and Guts - Arabesk Indie JAZZsutra

This BLUES to JAZZ to DUB to Cello INDIE to gratitude MANTRA GROWsutra EP is for humans who carem and dare to be brave... and sometimes may even "weep, just knowing dogs exist"! Fair warning: it makes my heart howl, loud and long and deep inside :) 

Lyrics inspired by a friend who triggered the (good:) remembering of my WOW feelings as a teenager, after reading Herman Hesse's fabulous tale of the "Steppenwolf"--a powerfool story of not knowing yet knowing, that despair is as glorious as laughter, and tender wonder is simply everything!
 
I also want to dedicate this one to Lotus (the dog:), and my 2 all-time favorite women in the entire world, Alev and Celinha, who happened to meet in Istanbul tonight. They sent me sincere tender love, and I really felt it! And so now, I just want to take a minute to share how much I care for them, too, even if I'm not always the best at sharing it. I believe they know I care, but I want to write it here anyway, because it's alway a good idea to remember what we remember we feel, and... I love you so very much, for the bright, tender, loving humans you are, and all the light and win-wins you shared with me (and so many others)--I even weeped a little, just knowing you exist #ingratitude ✨

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@bananasutra "Tune in the Tender" lyrics 

I still care  
I still cry  
And maybe  
That’s why I’m still here  

They said this world is mad  
I nodded, not in rage  
But in quiet wonder  
When light hits trees just right  
It breaks me open, soft and bright  
And yeah  
Some days I weep  
Just knowing dogs exist  

I’m not broken  
Just tuned  
Tuned… differently  

Tune in the tender  
Don’t numb it down  
You’re not too much  
You’re still sound  

They call it fragile  
But it’s forged in love  
Steel that won’t go cold  
Even when the world begs  

I remember that book  
A howl in paper skin  
A mirror made of myth  
It didn’t teach  
It reminded  
I am legion  
Laughter and despair  
Wolf and wanderer  
Cynic, saint  
Divine mess  
Holy pulse  

Tune in the tender  
Don’t dim that glow  
Your tears still mean  
You’re tuned to soul  

When I cry  
It’s not weakness  
It’s ritual  
A remembering  
That I’m still here  
That I’m still real  

Tears are proof  
I haven’t let  
This mad mean world  
Make me small  

I can’t fix it all  
But I can sing  
Whisper to the dark  
You’re not alone  

And someone  
Somewhere  
Will hear that tune  
In the tender…  


[04] Tune in the Tender • Indie DUB

Please trust my shame ain’t tiny, ha... It is in fact overwhelmingly sickening. 

But(t) the very foundation of my faith requires such (true American Horror) Stories be told; this song exists because see, to live in #peace, we must first agree on Rights & Wrongs. This is what #KNOWsutra and #BLOWsutra are about… History matters, the facts in question facts simply cannot be denied, ignored, nor forgotten, and a song is a witness that cannot be suicided. 

And I mean, OH BOY, what a trifecta of wrongs we have here: felon elite protection, rape convict culture, and now, some good old underage loving too (not to mention child trafficking) heh!? Enough said. I'll just never ever understand why Murica allows a convicted rap¡st to lead the nation, to say the least. And wow, cognitive dissonance is such a freaking b!tch. But(t) now, more importantly, please note: 

#PSA : the very safety of American women—no matter their age—is officially under great predatory threats 🚨🚨🚨
So, please be kind, please be smart, please remember, we MUST speak up against those Making America Abusive Again... while we still can!

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@bananasutra lyrics: 

Pedo Nation (Felon Nation Redux)

Is Murica hopeless
bamboozled, breathless? 
A failed state of “greatness” 
Built on pain and faithless.

Where truth gets gagged, 
and justice sleeps, 
While predators smile 
with secrets they keep.

This is a song for the silenced girls
Trauma wrapped in ribbons and pearls. 
Private jets to secret places, 
Rich old men with masked faces.

Classified flights, 
Blackmail nights, 
Rooms of doom 
and paid-off rights.

[Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Where daddies buy their alibis. 
Pedo nation! 
Where the truth gets buried when witnesses die.

Famous men with tiny shame, 
Hiding behind their power and fame. 
Fraudsters, rapists, billionaires
Teflon-slick and justice-impaired.

Felons rigging rules they wrote,
Trafficking kids like trading notes. 
Consent erased, replaced with lies
Pussy-grabbing crowned as wise.

They groom, they gaslight, 
Then grin on TV. America, 
land of the free... 
...for predators with impunity.

[Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Golden showers, hush campaigns. 
Pedo nation! 
Where every death smells like Epstein's name.

When daddy’s horny, he plays the king
A tantrum, a mistress, another hush ring.
A girl goes missing, a story gets blurred, 
Another name redacted, another truth unheard.

This ain't a metaphor. 
It’s blackmail and bribes. 
It’s teenage bodies
on Lolita flights.

It’s dungeons of silence, 
and dollars for pain. 
A nation that worships 
the predators’ name.

[Final Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Built on secrets, greed, and shame. 
Pedo nation! 
Where justice dies to protect their name.

No shame, no blame
just hush and fame. 
Classified sins in a gilded frame.


[13] PEDO Nation • High Drum Prayer MANTRA

Jealousy is literally the opposite of love, and trust the most beautiful, peaceful thing to share, with gratitude--it’s grace... The only rule is to play fair, #winwin is everything, for the better, always. EPx22 flow goes Blues, Jazz, Burlesque, Indie, LOFI, dub dub, i.e. all my love languages ♡ 

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@bananasutra lyrics

Some folks grow green when the sun don’t shine
Peek through curtains, whisper “mine”
But darling, I was never taught that way —
If you’ve got joy, I say: hooray!

[Chorus]
Jealousy?
No, not for me.
I like my love with liberty.
You can dance, flirt, wander free —
Just come back honest, come back true to we.

Some guard hearts like dragon gold
Count each glance like stories told
But I believe in softer math:
Your joy don’t take away my path.

[Chorus]
Jealousy?
It smells like fear.
I’d rather hold you close than own you, dear.
Let’s be brave — not small, not sly —
If you need the sky, I won’t ask why.

They told me love was mine to keep —
But I know better.
It’s not a lock.
It’s not a leash.
It’s not a race.
It’s not a war.
It’s grace.

So if you’re kissed by someone’s light
I won’t shrink — I’ll still shine bright.
I wish them well, I wish you peace —
Love ain’t real if it needs a lease.

[Chorus]
Jealousy?
Nah, not my thing.
I’ve got better songs to sing.
I want your truth, not your cage.
Let’s love with kindness. Let’s turn the page.

If you’re mine, then you’re still you.
And that’s what makes this whole thing true.
No fear. No fuss. No need to spy.
Just open arms, and a winkin’ eye. 

♡ ♡ ♡ 


[15] Jealousy (not for me) - WSWHFN DUB

I'm obviously biased heh, but(t) I think this series' 🔥 too bad the topic is like hell on earth... 
Side A = 15 fun ragga hip dub hops
Side B = 10 hot gipsy strings moments

PSA: This is not a drill, Murica, it's basic maths and psychology--and it's sooo damn disturbing, like the fact Minors Are Game Already, when it comes to new Sacred Sperm legislations, for example, sigh! I mean, I can't even... I'll just say that the next new song I'll release to the galaxy, will probably that one called "Do Panic" ha ha. 

Meanwhile, just in case you did not figure it out yet,  I hope this "Make America Gulag Again" EP opens your eyes on the upcoming matter of mass-incarceration in Murica; and pls feel free to reach out with Qs (curiosity is top sacred chez moi, really). Long story short tho, same as before: RUN... if you can ;)

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@bananasutra lyrics

Fascism ain’t my opinion.
It’s a fact.
And I’m done pretending
this is still politics.
It’s a prison plan.
It’s a profit scam.
And I’m not playing dumb
to keep anybody comfortable.

[Verse 1]
He ain’t pro freedom  to govern,
He’s the new old prove to control.
Wrap the flag ’round chains,
Lock up every soul.

Act like’ law and order,
But facts all pretend.
Profit off obedience —
Make America Gulag Again.

Forty-five billion dollars
To build more walls and beds,
Not for kids or doctors,
But more caged-up heads.

The land of the free
Got the most in a pen.
And still they’re building more?
Make America Gulag Again.

[Chorus ] 
They say justice,
They mean control. 
They say freedom,
They mean patrol.
They say safe,
They mean prisoner.
They say peace —
But they mean war.

Ask who the cages for —
Teachers? Protest signs?
Mamas with abortions?
Books that free your mind?

Ask who profits off it,
Ask who bought the pen —
Follow the pipeline
From GOP to Gulag, friend.

[Chorus]
They say order,
But want revenge.
They say greatness,
But it’s no end.
They say power,
But mean despair.
Say you’re safe —
Till you’re not there.

So what now?
That we know
Those bozos 
Ain’t heroes

All  bandits
Who dunnit
Wanna be 
White Willie’s 

Inbred seeds
All bleed red…



A [12] Make America Gulag Again • Ragga Lala DUB


With a bunch of wild French poppies is where, pour moi... but(t) I dunno how, only that time is unlikely to tell.

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@bananasutra lyrics (this is an EPx29, so lyrics variations are to be expected--this one flows from Burlesque, to Jazz, To Folk, to Dub, with one Mantra aka prayer song at the end :)

Some good people are wondering 
Where the time goes, what I'm doing,
And I just sing, oh well, who knows 
Where, How happiness truly grows…

I just made songs everyone missed
No release hype, no fancy twist
No secret spin, no hidden grin
Like asking god where we’ve all been
A gift of pause, instead of speed
Praising the truth, the peace we need

No branded ask, no bullshit mask
Just words that breathe, a divine task
They’ll tell you, “find your niche and stay”
(But in French, it means doghouse, hell yeah)
Not built for fame, nor made for scale
I dare to care, no fear, no fail

[Chorus]
They’ll call you worthless, if you’re not for sale
But meaning just ain’t something cheap, shipped by mail
They’ll brand you useless, claim you must reach wide
But Soul does matter, lies kill us inside

It’s not judgment that I bring
But curiosity’s a stubborn thing
Why do you mock what won’t compete?
Why shame what’s small, so soft and sweet?
Why Must power be loud and proud?
Can you Hear love cry through a crowd?

[Chorus]
They’ll call you worthless, if you’re not for sale
But meaning just ain’t something cheap, shipped by mail
They’ll brand you useless, claim you must reach wide
But Soul does matter, lies kill us inside

If purpose bends to profit’s rule
Is our soul a corporate tool?
Kindness blooms where the pain grows
Brave hearts beat with what love knows

[Final Chorus]
They’ll call you useless — let them bark their piece
But try singing it — you might feel peace

Time just won’t tell, gone on sale
While Earth screams hell, we know too well
Time proved Time won’t testify
It shrugs and laughs while winners lie

Until the day, we all ask why
Until the time, tyrants all die…

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Time don’t tell, it hides and sells
The Earth screams hot, we know too well
Time proved Time won’t testify
It shrugs and laughs while tyrants lie
Until the day we all… die. 



[19] Who Knows Where How Happiness Truly Grows • DUENDE FOLK

DEFY is a soul-deep, whispered scream BLOWsutra EP in 7 Tracks, which started with one question: “What are we doing?”

That’s the question @defiance13 asked in a heartfelt #TikTok monologue that cracked something in me. He was not being not rhetorical—he was being real. Caring. Conscious. Raw. Clear. Bright. Informed. Logical. Ethical. Philosophical. Outraged. Defiant. And I weeped, silently, in empathy. He sounded like Hope, with a capital H, like, just Human.

This EP is what came out of sitting with that question. Not answers, but grief. Not slogans, but songs.Three core truths, seven different renderings of them—raw and low, no sweetening. Just me, my conscience, and my lyrics. Because lyrics matter. Because denial is poison. Because silence isn’t neutral. And defiance ain’t optional.

The first song [track 1-2], “Shameless,” opens with the bitter contrast between past fascism and its modern American rebrand. Because that’s right, back then, the horrors were hidden—curtained, whispered, denied. Now? They’re streamed in HD with hashtags and lawn chairs. Cages rise from the swamp, and people cheer for suffering like it’s a half-time show. It’s not about subtle policies or gray areas, it’s about social media. It’s a freaks spectacle, people who decorate detention centers with patriotism.

The second song [track 3-5], “Optics of Cruelty,” calls out the calculated aesthetics of power. It’s not a glitch—it’s the blueprint. As the original monologue says, “You’re not witnessing the echoes of history, you’re watching its reanimation.” This track goes straight into the rot of performance-based fascism. It names names, connects dots, quotes sources, maps connections, and asks: when did control become our national art form? When did cruelty become a campaign style?

And the third [track 6-7], “Universal Currency,” is the hardest to sing. It’s a quiet scream for the children—those who die in floods, in heat, in systems designed to forget them. It’s about how this country penciled out the price of a child’s life—just under $109,000—and still dared to call it justice. But children are not budget lines. They’re our only true wealth. And the exchange rate is human decency.

Each version of these songs brings out a slightly different truth—one more bluesy, one more folk, one more hypnotic or theatrical. They’re not remixes. They’re re-feelings. This is not background music. It’s not a brand. It’s basically just my gut’s voice... And if you're wondering too, what (TF) are we doing, then maybe these songs are for you too. Because defiance, when nothing else is left, is love’s last language.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ 

Lyrics gladly shared upon request.


[03] DEFY (Song 2) • Optics of Cruelty • BLOWsutra JAZZ LOFI

The trending, apathetic mutism of online citizens watchers, who follow and/or visit often, but(t) never ever engage, simply mystifies me—in the creepiest ways! I mean, hello, what (TF) are you doing? What are you afraid of, and/or interested in? Why are you here if you don't like or feel anything? Why follow someone, or repeatedly watch stories (for example), yet never ever react to anything, publicly or privately? I mean, EEEW... this caption + song are for you, BOO ;)

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Public Service Announcement (redux): I understand my artistic aesthetics may strike you as a bit eccentric or even dramatic, and I’m so French, so unapologetic, haha! I’m also deeply authentic, and imho that’s the opposite of problematic…

Meanwhile, however, the enigmatic ghostly followers who frequently watch my stuff but(t) never ever share a word or reaction back, for YEARS now, well THAT is kind of traumatic—bc whoTF are you and WTH are you doing here? Are you human? Or just robotic? Idiotic? Too narcissistic? I dunno what makes you click, but(t) I do know that if you’ve got time to lurk again and again, you have time for a like, a word, a silly emoji—that would be as simple and quick as fantastic! 

And FWIW, if you think that request of mine is remotely pathetic, or #godforbid narcissistic, then just know I know you are indeed a creep-tastic deeek #fosho 🍌🥹 #wholikescreepyshit #notmeee #unfollowme #kthxbye

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@bananasutra lyrics:

Hey, you…
Yeah, you, who you tryna fool?
What you doin’, standing cool?
Why you starin’, like a spy?
What’s the reason, tell me why?

Oh, you,
I know you feel my eyes,
Catchin’ every little vibe,
Silent, like you’ve got no voice,
Like you never had a choice.

(Chorus)
Hey, you,
Yeah, you, where’s your mind at?
Heart beatin’, or you flat?
Got guts, or just a mask?
Does your conscience even ask?

So why,
Why you actin’ shy,
Playin’ like you’re sly?
Tell me what you tryna hide,
Or are you empty inside?

(Chorus)
Hey, you,
Yeah, you, where’s your mind at?
Heart beatin’, or you flat?
Got guts, or just a mask?
Does your conscience even ask?

So hey,
Screw you,
Let me make this clear,
Ain’t no room for you in here,
Leeches never get a pass,
Creepers don’t deserve a glance.

Yeah, you,
Time to disappear,
This is where I make it clear,
No more games, no more fear,
You don’t belong, that’s real.

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[03] Hey, You - BLOWsutra psyPunk ROCK

… 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?

[03] Hey, You - BLOWsutra psyPunk ROCK

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