“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” — Socrates

“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.” — Bertrand Russell

KNOWsutra  ⚆  where questions matter

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

Rock ain’t a seminal sutraGENRE of my Banana Bible, but(t) psychedelic sure is… and I just freaking love this song!

Lyrics nspired by Nina Hagen “Personal Jesus” and song dedicated to one of my favorite psychedelic spirit daddy (lol), Frank Zappa. 

+ Special credits go to my darling Max (who’s probably on SoundCloud, somewhere, and not in New York yet:) for the  mighty Nina Hagen inspiration <3

Seminal Bollocks • Biblical indiePunk Pop Rock Chanson •  sutraKNOW Augmented Idiocy Music

This is like a prayer—for honesty, equality, and clarity. This version is the most barren of “Queer Almighty”, which is one of the first songs I wrote, and very dear to my heart ❤️‍🔥 

Fun fact: it’s also only 1 of 10+ versions of that song I love, so you’ll hear it again, hehe 🍌

Fun fact 2: I made a video version, up in the clouds, with smoke actually blowing out of my ears 💨

Blessed Be Queers Almighty • Sunday TRIPhop Prayer • sutraKNOW

V.1 (of 3) of a lofi hypnotic trip hop of “They muddy the waters to make it look deep” aka “Nietzsche’s Gift” #sutraKNOW

Nietzsche’s Gift V.1 • LOFI Jazzz • sutraKNOW

V.2 (of 3) of a lofi hypnotic trip hop of “They muddy the waters to make it look deep” aka “Nietzsche’s Gift” #sutraKNOW

Nietzsche’s Gift V.2 • LOFI Jazzz • sutraKNOW

V.3 (of 3) of a lofi hypnotic trip hop of “They muddy the waters to make it look deep” aka “Nietzsche’s Gift” #sutraKNOW

Nietzsche’s Gift V.3 • LOFI Jazzz • sutraKNOW

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

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;)
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🍔 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 ;)

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@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

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@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

Another KNOWsutra EP, with 12 variations of 3 old songs, about truth and religion—inspired by this quote from the (brilliant, deep, subtle, and lovely) one and only Joseph Campbell: "Every religion is true one way or another. It is true when understood metaphorically. But when it gets stuck in its own metaphors, interpreting them as facts, then you are in trouble"... because, oh boy, ain't that true, heh Murica?! ;)

@banasutra lyrics x3:

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(V1) Metaphor’s Edge

[Verse 1]
On the edge of belief, we teeter and sway,
Caught between fact and the words we obey.
But a story untold is no story at all,
Yet frozen in truth, it leads to our fall.

[Chorus]
Oh, take the edge, the metaphor’s kiss,
Find the meaning that others may miss.
Don’t get stuck in the riddle’s disguise,
For only the open can truly be wise.

[Verse 2]
Wolves in the sheep’s clothes, prophets of gold,
Tell you the gospel, but the message grows cold.
The tale is the journey, not the walls that confine,
To walk with the wind is to walk with the divine.

[Chorus]
Oh, take the edge, the metaphor’s kiss,
Find the meaning that others may miss.
Don’t get stuck in the riddle’s disguise,
For only the open can truly be wise.

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(V2) Sacred Shadows

[Verse 1]
Whispers in the dark, they speak of heaven’s gate,
A tale so ancient, but twisted by fate.
We worship the shadows, forget what they’re for,
In the light of the moon, we must search for more.

[Chorus]
When the sacred becomes stone, the spirit slips away,
You’ll lose the dance of night for the brightness of day.
But it’s in the shadow that truth comes to play,
Hold the sacred as fluid, don’t let it decay.

[Verse 2]
The stars above speak in riddles, in shapes we misread,
We build temples of answers, but they’re just what we need.
To feel safe in the chaos, to feel known in the void,
But if you make it concrete, all the magic’s destroyed.

[Chorus]
When the sacred becomes stone, the spirit slips away,
You’ll lose the dance of night for the brightness of day.
But it’s in the shadow that truth comes to play,
Hold the sacred as fluid, don’t let it decay.

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(V3) The Song of the Universe

[Verse 1]
Every story’s got a secret, hiding in plain view,
It’s a mirror for your soul, shaping what you knew.
But you’ll drown in deep illusion, if you take it word for word,
When metaphors become the law, meaning gets blurred.

[Chorus]
Oh, the trouble with truth, when it’s set in stone,
Is that it loses its mystery, leaves you all alone.
Dance with the shadows, don’t hold on too tight,
For the song of the universe shines in metaphor’s light.

[Verse 2]
Priests and prophets, saints and fools, all walk the same line,
But the more they cling to “truth,” the further from divine.
The symbols are the guideposts, not the end of the road,
But some mistake the map for the meaning it showed.

[Chorus]
Oh, the trouble with truth, when it’s stuck in the past,
Is that it forgets it’s a tale, not a spell meant to last.
Dance with the shadows, don’t hold on too tight,
For the song of the universe shines in metaphor’s light.


[06] Joseph Campbell's Truth Metaphors Edge - KNOWsutra Kindness is in the Depth in BLUES

… 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?