This song is a spin off an unreleased song titled “Obscene Profanities”, or maybe “Profane Obscenities”; I still can’t decide, ha. Who knows anyway, and who cares? I only know the insane, toxic spectacle that is the American Administration Ego & Greed Masquerade Gone Bananas makes absolutely no sense; that is the least I can say, I guess. Yet, I can’t help but(t) care, deeply—for the people, and history, truth, justice, liberty, equality, fraternity, you know, logic, progress, and humanity? (God knows) I’m so, so struggling, if only to find the words, the words that match the depth of my dismay, my literal sidération, which TBCH is turning into deeper despair everyday. That much I know I know, I’m afraid. And FWIW, candor is my superpower, and I excel at ruminating, too LOL... Sigh. Ah. 

"If We Had But(t) The Truth."

I wrote the song(s) on Easter weekend, after suffering yet again the insanity that is watching (only because he’s overwhelmingly polluting my feeds, no matter how much I don’t want #metoo) FOTUS—aka the only convict rap!st Felon Christian Supremacist Dictator who took the presidential Oath without putting his hand on the Bible—quacking like the shameless, soulless liar he is, acting as pompous as ever, speaking of gratitude and holy afterlife, AS IF! 

This EPx5 series could def use some mastering love, but(t) considering the ambient mediocrity, and the fact it’s basically sung with puke in my mouth, I figured, it’s only more authentic this way, ha (I wish I was laughing, I quack you not, butt)…

@bananasutra lyrics:

If we had but the truth, 
Not twisted for profit, 
If we had but the faith, 
Untouched by a wallet, 
If we had but the vows, 
Still sacred, still solemn, 
If we had but the hands, 
Unsoiled by gold columns
We could maybe still sing, 
We could maybe still hope, 
We could maybe still breathe, 
Through the tightening rope.

If we had but the law, 
Not bartered for favors, 
If we had but the grace, 
Not clutched by defamers, 
If we had but the oaths, 
Not smirked into silence, 
If we had but the cross, 
Not wielded with violence
We could maybe still stand, 
We could maybe still trust, 
We could maybe still find 
A soul left in the dust.

But instead we have blaspheme, 
And a flag wrapped in shame, 
And the sacred made market, 
And the market made game. 
We have pulpits of poison, 
We have temples of greed, 
We have prayers made of profit, 
We have sins without need.

We have kings without conscience, 
We have crowns made of lies, 
We have scriptures rewritten 
By the hungriest eyes. 
We have banners of virtue, 
Waved by hands that defile, 
We have piety pimped out, 
To the loudest denial.

If we had but the shame, 
If we had but the grief, 
If we wept for the ruin, 
Not profaned disbelief
We might still be obscene, 
But we'd know we were wrong. 
Instead we call this just another day gone.

 Just another day gone...

#deepbreath


[03] If We Had But(t) The Truth (Not The Quack) (low) - Drum INDIEsutra

Don’t be sad and cheer up. I hope you have a good day guys ￼<333333￼

… 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?