“Trust No One” is a song inspired by “Chain of Fools”, with a mysterious edge, and a cheeky, bluesy, gypsy-psychedelic soul...

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“Trust No One”
@bananasutra lyrics + #aivoice on suno & udio music 

From the day I was born,
I was told to believe,
That the world would be kind,
But I learned to deceive,
Now I’m runnin’ wild, honey, don’t you see,
In a world like this, trust ain’t free.

Trust no one, trust no one,
Honey, I said trust no one.
Yeah, trust no one, trust no one,
’Cause your heart will be undone.

I gave ’em my soul, just to watch it burn,
Put my faith in the fire, you live and you learn.
Sweet promises turned to dust in the sun,
Now I’m singin’ the blues, trust no one.

Trust no one, trust no one,
Darlin’, better trust no one.
Yeah, trust no one, trust no one,
You’ll be broken if you trust someone.

Hypnotized by lies, I danced in the flame,
Now I dance alone, it’s all the same,
I gave up the game, now I’m on the run,
Laughin’ in the moonlight, trust no one.

Trust no one, trust no one,
Baby, you gotta trust no one.
Yeah, trust no one, trust no one,
Hold your cards, don’t you show none.

Trust no one, (Oh, trust no one),
Not a soul beneath the sun…
Trust no one…
Trust no one… yeah…

[1] Trust no one - BLOWsutra Suno JAZZ

[2] Trust no one - BLOWsutra Udio ROCK

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 v5 (2) [ordo duende amoris]

Raw lyrics from that time a stream of loving consciousness poured out of my heart  <3

Please feel free to question my empathy
If I dare say poetry is an absolute necessity 
Messenger of a creativity only found in individuality 
Essential workers now, in times of growing insecurity, 

It is an irreplaceable act of human expression, 
to explore and share genuine stories of humanity
In a Society where everything viral is a commodity 
Poetry breeds humility, curiosity, creativity

(I believe) Poetry matters, like eating and planting seeds
Now more than ever, poetry’s the trend you need (ha)
To connect, beyond the standardization of narcissism 
To resist the homogenization of global capitalism

With all due respects to churches and pyramids, 
Christian creed, Maslow’s universal hierarchy of needs,
And the importance of all indeed deemed a necessity,
(I believe) It is in vulnerability, with little or no safety no stability
That poetry thrives, bare, humble witness of our holy fragility 

(I believe) It’s about balancing capitalistic dehumanization
To foster empathy, celebrate alterity 
To learn through to the voice of others, 
To trust in our own transformative powers 

(I believe) It’s about denouncing narcissistic manipulation
To resist dark forces of division
To exist above their toxic oblivion 
To share meaning, brave discussions

(I believe) It’s about ending cycles of doom and revenge, 
To live with nothing to prove, no ego to avenge
To build more bridges beyond artificial divides, 
To find the magic and awe in everyone’s stride 

You know it when you see it, its flow,
The poetic voice, you feel it, it’s raw, 
It sings meaning, understanding and connection
It brings wonders, maybe even a heart palpitation

It captures the texture of human experiences
It pictures the allures of perceived differences
beyond canyons and cultures, 
it’s not about acting demure

It’s a humble language made of ordinary
That proved to be holy, possibly salvatory
It can fills the absence of a warm human voice, 
Like, love is god, and music is not even a choice…

(I believe) That is why poetry is necessary
A mean to an end, and "a language for a new century," 
A way to grow our sacred individuality, our soul, dignity 
A chance to bow , to celebrate, life, all the damn beauty

[01] Poetry Duende - DUBsutra

[03] Poetry Duende - DUBsutra

Feel the riddim, and let poetry carry you, it will set you free <3

@bananasutra(i) lyrics:

Question me, if you feel the need  
But poetry, yeah—it’s food, it’s seed  
It’s that voice inside, don’t chase the feed  
Only found in soul, where the real ones bleed  

Truth-tellin’, when the world feelin’ shaky  
Expression deeper than what they make me  
In times where the viral feel so empty  
Poetry slow burns—soft, deadly  

No trend, no brand, just spirit alive  
A low voice echo in this dubwise tribe  
Not for show, nah—not for fame  
But to name the ache and sing the flame  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like roots in ground, like rice and tea  
It humbles me, makes me see  
In a world so loud—it sets me free  

All due respect to the creeds and towers  
To hierarchies, gods, and ivory powers  
But this here, this voice, this vulnerability  
Is the only thing that truly carry me  

See—poetry don’t wear no disguise  
It sit in wounds, it look in eyes  
It rise when safety’s nowhere near  
It speak the holy things we fear  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Like rhythm and smoke, like memory  
It brings us close, makes us believe  
In a language deeper than what we see  

It fights back hard—against division  
It cracks the lies, the cold precision  
It builds in silence, burns tradition  
It’s love, it’s rage, it’s intuition  

No revenge, no pride to defend  
Just bridges built that never end  
Across the lines they say divide  
I find the awe in every stride  

[Chorus]  
Poetry, love—it’s necessity  
Not some artform, it’s therapy  
It’s touch, it’s taste, it’s clarity  
It’s what they miss in their prosperity  

You feel it when it hit you raw  
No filter, no pose, no law  
It sings us back to where we came  
No ego—just fire, soul, and name  

Love is god, and music’s the choice  
But poetry, woman, that’s my voice  
Low and smoky, steady and slow  
Just one riddim, deep and low  



[01] Poetry Slow Burns  - Gold DUBsutra

[05] Poetry Slow Burns - Sweet DUBsutra

I'm no religion lover... but like all good Christians, I do my best to keep an open heart and flexible perspective (haha). And in that moment I saw Leo (the new American-Peruvian pope) chose to end his first little public statement by #bewoke instead of amen, I felt sooo much relief, I cried in #gratitude 🙏 and then, I was compelled to make a celebratory song or 2 about it hehe


@bananasutra lyrics, with a classic Jazz to Dub to Cello Indie flow :)

I woke up with a holy gasp—on a headline line,
“An American Pope?”—sucked like end of time.
My coffee froze, my heart beat “nope,”
But turns out, Leo just may be dope…

[Chorus]
No es Trump, no es loco,
Ain’t slingin’ hate or playin’ poco.
He prays in Spanish, walks con paz,
No holy walls, no holy brass.
So yeah, it’s weird, but breathe real slow—
El Papa no es gringo malo, bro.

He chilled in Perú, with dust on his shoes,
Didn’t roll up in jets, or preached loud fake news.
Got MAGA rosaries, no Bible bling,
His name’s Leo—not some right-wing king.

Ain’t postin’ prayers on Threads or X,
Ain’t blessin’ greed or crypto checks.
No evil tweets, no dark grace,
No gold-plated lies or metaverse face.

[Chorus]
So calm your fears, let rumors go,
Seems more mate than MAGA show.
Now light a blunt and take it slow—
El Papa no es gringo malo, bro.


No panic, today… not this pope.
Just fact-checked truths, and a bit of #hope


[01] El Papito no es loco - Latin JAZZ

[03] El Papito Leo es No MAGA Show - Muse DUB

“Raise your mind to the stars, not your prayers—Build your hope on reason’s stairs.”

I love this song very much, and am overdue to share it :) It was inspired by a bold and brilliant essay Bertrand Russell wrote in 1929 (and for fool disclosure, Bertrand is my all-time favorite philosopher, and was also a renowned mathematician; if you're curious, I recommend you check out "The Conquest of Happiness"). His essay aims to answer a question I've asked myself for as long as I can remember, an important one: “Has Religion Contributed Anything Useful to Civilization?” 

His answer? Not really—and certainly not uniquely.... long story short, here's what he concludes:
* Compassion doesn’t require dogma.
* Progress thrives on questions, not creeds.
* Morality rooted in obedience is not morality—it’s fear in disguise.

He believed humanity could find meaning, ethics, and joy through reason, science, and humanism—no gods or thrones required. This song echoes that spirit: a love letter to curiosity, courage, and clarity. A little irreverent, a lot sincere.

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@bananasutra “Reason Over Reverence” fool lyrics ✨

They built the heavens with fear in the sky,
Promised salvation but told us to die.
The weight of the world, they placed on their knees,
But truth grows in questions, not in decrees.

[Chorus]
Raise your mind to the stars, not your prayers,
Build your hope on reason’s stairs.
No need for gods to find what’s true,
The light of love is born in you.

They called it wisdom to silence dissent,
Made a virtue of guilt and a sin of content.
But knowledge is freedom, unchained by creed,
No dogma required to learn how to lead.

[Chorus]
Raise your mind to the stars, not your prayers,
Build your hope on reason’s stairs.
No need for gods to find what’s true,
The light of love is born in you.

No eternal fire, no thrones on high,
Just the vast unknown where truths collide.
We walk the earth with curious eyes,
Finding meaning where wonder lies.

[Chorus]
Raise your mind to the stars, not your prayers,
Build your hope on reason’s stairs.
No need for gods to find what’s true,
The light of love is born in you.

So let’s build a world where all can explore,
Free from the chains of the dogma of yore.
For in the search, not the faith, we’ll find,
The beauty of life and the power of mind.

⭐︎⭐︎⭐︎


[01] Reason over Reverence (No Need for Gods) • Banjo Blues FOLKsutra

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…



B [05] B Make America Gulag Again • Tzigane Fusion DUB

… 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?

B [05] B Make America Gulag Again • Tzigane Fusion DUB

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