QUACKsutra 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ⚆ where we sing FU

INDIEsutra 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

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
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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 🦆🤪)
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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 🦆🧨

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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 :)
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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)

Good ol' remix 
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God knows 
Who knows 
WHY WHY
Who cares, 
No one 
knows why
why war
whose woes
Pain, Fools
feelings
why lie?

Predators (always Inspired) 2

Predators (always Inspired) 4

Predators (always Inspired) 5

This is an older song, which has several variations--def not my best musically, but the lyrics are very dear to my heart, and if I get you to read (my darling muse) Leonard Cohen's poem "Everybody Knows" too, it's totally a win-win already... as everybody knows (ha) <3
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@bananasutra lyrics:

Verse 1
Can we forget the fools tonight and just dance?
Can we let go of hate, take a fearless stance?
Can we leave behind fear, just give peace a chance?

Chorus
’Cause everybody knows we can’t fight fire with fire
Everybody knows that’s a fool’s desire
We can’t end hate with more of the same
Everybody knows love can heal the pain

Everybody knows we can’t fight racism with racism
Everybody knows we can’t fight sexism with sexism
Everybody knows we can’t fight greed with egoism
Everybody knows, but can we break the system?

Verse 2
Can we forgive drama, lay our burdens down?
Can we rise above dogma, wear peace as a crown?
Can we turn wounds to wisdom and spread it around?

Chorus
’Cause everybody knows we can’t fight fire with fire
Everybody knows that’s a fool’s desire
We can’t end war with more blame and shame
Everybody knows love can heal the pain

Everybody knows we can’t fight racism with racism
Everybody knows we can’t fight sexism with sexism
Everybody knows we can’t fight fear with cynicism
Everybody knows, yet we live the schism

Bridge
So let’s lift each other, try to understand
Break down the walls we built by hand
Can we learn from the past, rewrite the script?
Or is history bound to keep us gripped?

Outro
Everybody knows, but will we dare to change?
Everybody knows it’s time to rearrange
We’ve seen what hate can do, it’s old and worn
Everybody knows it’s time to be reborn

Everybody Knows (not) [6] • psyROCKsutra

This one is a variation in my "why wars" series, and like a letter, addressed to my real and imaginary friends who believe war is right... because maybe we could learn some right and wrong from a simple song?
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A stroll down history’s lane
@bananasutra lyrics <3 

Let’s take a stroll down history’s lane
Where power thrived but truth was slain
Look at the Inquisition’s fiery grip
Burning lives with a righteous lip

And Stalin’s purge, so cold, so cruel
Millions lost to a paranoid rule
Then there’s Hiroshima, skies set ablaze
They said it would end the war’s cruel days

What don’t we get about right and wrong?
Could we learn it from a simple song?
What makes us think, what makes us trust
That means don’t matter when ends are just?

Oh, what don’t we see, what don’t we understand?
History’s lesson is close at hand

Apartheid’s chains in South Africa’s land
A legacy carved by a ruthless hand
They said it was for order’s sake
But left a trail of hearts that break

The Great Leap Forward, Mao’s great plan
Left fields of famine across the land
The Salem witch trials, the innocent blamed
Hysteria stoked, and lives were maimed

What don’t we get about right and wrong?
Could we learn it from a simple song?
What makes us think, what makes us trust
That means don’t matter when ends are just?

Oh, what don’t we see, what don’t we understand?
History’s lesson is close at hand

A stroll down history’s lane • PIANOsutra

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

… 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?