Name: Just Grind(ha) • Harmonica Blues Lo-fi • sutraFLOW by bananasutra in FLOWsutra ⚆ where time is space
Duration: 3 min 43 s
Description: Good little things I often tell myself #truestory

sutraFLOW comes after Know, Blow, Show, and Grow happened, but before Glow and Bow…

FLOWsutra ⚆  where time is space

Shout out to Bob M. and Bruce L. 🥹💦

I grew up in a bi-racial French (Senegal) family, where Bob Marley was king of Sunday family music. Understanding Bruce Lee’s wisdom came later for me, but(t) bananas don’t discriminate 🍌

Also, I finally looked up my options for audio mastering (woohoo:) 🎧

Flow like Water, My Friend

Good little things I often tell myself #truestory

Just Be(you)• Jazz Lo-Fi • sutraFLOW (v4)

Just Grind(ha) • Harmonica Blues Lo-fi • sutraFLOW

Just Oui(be) • Jazz Lo-fi • sutraFLOW (v3)

Just Trust(be) • Jazz Lo-Fi • sutraFLOW (v4)



@bananasutra "Fotus Circus" lyrics series primarily inspired by Ginsberg, Orwell, and Huxley, VOL. 4 of 4 -- with songs that feature an extra shout out for FOTUS plastic straws priorities, ha.

I created those songs many months ago already, I remember my heart felt much lighter then. Now, it kinda feels like an overdue dump, ha. I still like the song(s) tho, and Fotus Circus is very much happening, booming even... So, I figured I might as share 'em circus tracks <3  

For full disclosure, I'm sorry to report that the Fotus Circus "situation" we're in has gotten sooo much worse since then. That, and also, I understand WTH is happening better. And I'm telling you, he's only getting started! Mass deportations were just a highlight of the warm up, the prequel. Are you ready for the Mass Incarcerations show next?!

And in case you're wondering, nah, there is no end game; at least none that makes sense. His primary goal simply is to satisfy his pathological need for control and cash; he does not care to govern, well to the contrary, he is completely amoral, only operates in a transactional mode, and ruining his country for personal strategic reasons, slowly but surely engineering dissent, setting the scene! It's so tragic--literally, in the Greek sense of the word tragedy, which is a situation where ultimately, in fact, everybody loses... and their hated for "wokeness" (sic) and BS about "empathy being dangerous" is not only strategic (because that is what the people need most to fight fasc!sm), it is also pathologic--they fear it because they are devoid of it, literally unable to feel compassion for anyone else but themselves... hence the need to control. Sigh. If only they weren't so malicious and cruel too.  Boo. #deepbreath

Now step right in, kind people, have fun at the Circus show  🎪🏴‍☠️

[08] FOTUS Circus VOL. 04 • Step Right Up, Murica Freaks (paper staws) • DUB QUACKsutra

Light me up, librarian lover… and "Read Me Harder" EPX19 📚💨
Side A x9 = Gypsy HopFi Fusion BURLESQUE Edition
Side B x10 = Psychedelic Americana BLUES Edition

I was listening to my "S.S. is for Sacred Sp3rm" EP when I saw yet another one of those daily terrifying #breakingnews social media posts, listing #books recently #banned from the (remaining) U.S. Public Schools and Libraries #circa2025 
1. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
2. Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley
3. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
4. 1984 by George Orwell
5. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
6. The perks of being a wallflower, by Stephen Chbovsky
7. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison 
8. Sold by Patricia McCormick
9. Maus by Art Spiegelman
10. An African and Latinx History of the United States by Paul Ortiz

So then, I had to write a "B.B. is for BANNED BOOKS" song, to honor my favorite authors on this list, because WOW... HOW freaking SCARY of an #americanhorror #truestory IS THAT?! 

☆☆☆
@bananasutra lyrics:

[Intro]
They banned the truth for being rude…
But baby, rude is how we bloom.
So light me up, librarian lover…
and read me harder.
B.B. is for Banned Books,
and Badass Brains.

[Verse 1 – Harper Lee & Art Spiegelman]
Harper told me, “Mock me, kill me,” still I sing,
Truth’s a mockingbird with wings.
Art drew the pain, a mouse in flame,
He said, “Remember, never tame.”
You can ban my ink, but not my roar,
I’ll scratch your walls, and write some more.

[Chorus]
They banned the books but not the beat,
Banned the thought but not the heat,
Banned the love but not the street.
So read me, baby, read me sweet!
If thinking’s sin, I’ll take the blame,
Desire and truth are one and same.

[Verse 2 – Aldous Huxley & Margaret Atwood]
Aldous whispered, “Take your soma, stay asleep,”
But sugar, freedom don’t come cheap.
Atwood smirked, “Blessed be the fruit,”
Then laced her boots and staged a coup.
Pop your soma, hush your fear,
But holy lust still lights us clear.

[Bridge – George Orwell & Ray Bradbury]
Big Brother’s watching, Ray lit the spark,
Said, “Burn the dark, not those who mark.”
Orwell winked through smoke and steam,
“Truth’s a thoughtcrime, love’s the dream.”
You can’t delete what won’t forget,
We’re the match they can’t reset.

[Final Chorus]
They banned the books but not the beat,
Banned the thought but not the heat,
Banned the love but not the street.
So read me, baby, read me sweet!
Truth’s taboo, but damn, it’s neat,
Come turn the page with me.

[Outro]
For Harper Lee, Art Spiegelman, Aldous Huxley, Margaret Atwood,
George Orwell, and Ray Bradbury,
for every mind they tried to muzzle.
We see you.
We feel you.
And we’ll keep reading you harder. 


Side B [04] READ ME HARDER (BB for Banned Books) - SHOWsutra Psychedelic Destiny Banjo BLUES

Side A x15 : French World Indie Jazz Duende Burlesque Fusion Edition 
Side B x13 : Psychedelic Americana Blues LoFi Trip Dub Punk Rock Edition

Parce que quand on aime, au fond, c'est pour toujours, comme une chanson!
Celle-ci est pour ma tante Martine, qui me (nous) manque... 
Fav line: 
Oh "Les leçons à la putain con de philipine*, 
Oh oh oh les Parigos chez Martine." 
#lebonvieuxtemps #histoirevraie ✨ 

* philipine, en contexte, c'est mon con de père--mais ça, c'est une autre histoire ha ha 

--
@bananasutra #lyrics

[Couplet 1]
Martine me faisait des tartines,
On rigolait comme deux coquines.
Martine, c’était ma p’tite tantine,
Et on s’aimait fort, comme des copines.

[Couplet 2]
On arrondissait les angles, les coins,
On se lançait des clins d’œil de loin.
On se contait des fables de famille,
On s’amusait bien, entre filles.

[Refrain]
Il faut bien d’l’amour pour sourire au malheur,
C’est une grâce, d’la bonté d’cœur,
D’oser s’user pour des enfants,
Malgré l’orage et les parents.

[Couplet 3]
Il faut bien d’l’amour pour offrir tout les étés,
Les egos qui parlent sans jamais écouter,
Les leçons à la putain con de philipine,
Oh oh oh les Parigos chez Martine.

[Refrain / Outro]
Martine, oh Martine…
Ma tantine, ma copine,
Ton rire résonne encore dans ma poitrine…
Martine… oh Martine


Side A [15] Oh Martine • BOWsutra La Poesita Fado World Duende INDIE

Ce qui est marrant c'est que salaud au féminin, en français, c'est pas salaude! Ha, #justsayin
Chanson inspirée par un vrai livre recent intitulé "Le Temp Des Salauds" 🍟🤓🤌

@bananasutra lyrics (variantions):

[Intro]
Bienvenue, mesdames et messieurs, 
Au grand bal des vertus douteuses. 
Ici, les salauds dansent heureux, 
Les cœurs vendus, les mains soyeuses. 
Leur morale est bien repassée, 
Mais toujours un peu tachée.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds,
Des faux héros, des pantins d’ego, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! 
C’est le temps des salauds, oh-oh, 
Des beaux parleurs, des faux normaux, 
Qui rient très haut… pour mentir plus beau.

[Couplet 1 – Le délire raisonnable]
Le nouveau réalisme, c’est l’art des salauds, 
Un délirium sobre, cynisme en costard chaud. 
Ils vendent la peur sous cellophane, 
Et t’appellent “extrême” si tu dis “humain”. 
Ils posent des questions de sages, 
Mais répondent comme des mirages sauvages. 
Ils jouent à la raison...  mais raisonnent faux, 
C’est la saison, la moisson des salauds.

[Refrain]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des cerveaux trop clos, 
Qui dansent, qui dansent sous les drapeaux, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds!

[Couplet 2 – Les alliances du vide]
Trois types de salauds, faut l’dire clair: 
Les politiques, les patrons, les faiseurs d’prières. 
Ceux qui savent mais trahissent, 
Eux les lâches, qui profitent. 
Le p’tit Jupiter, Machiavel au moral, 
Fait valser les foules dans son bal libéral. 
Il pactise, il nuance, tord le vrai, 
Pour qu’le faux paraisse sensé.

[Pont]
Forts avec les faibles, faibles avec les forts, 
Ils vendent la paix pendant qu’ils signent la mort. 
“Bon courage”, qu’ils disent, le sourire faux, 
Mais c’est un orage… on danse, salauds?

[Couplet 3 – Les fous et les faux]
Les fous aboient, les salauds cadrent, 
Et les cons signent tous les contrats. 
Les uns hurlent, les autres calculent, 
Et les lucides… se taisent, s’annulent. 
Les idoles changent, les valeurs se vendent, 
La foule like, la vérité s’attend. 
Les héros sont devenus salauds, 
Nous, figurants d’un online show.

[Refrain – Final]
C’est le temps, le temps des salauds, 
Des faux héros, des gros egos, 
Qui valsent au rythme des fiascos, 
Au bal, au bal des salauds! (oh-oh) 
Au bal… des salauds.

[Outro]
J’en ai aimé, des salauds, c’est vrai, 
Leurs mots brillants, leurs airs parfaits. 
Mais minuit sonne, le bal s’oublie, 
Ces salauds-là ne dansent plus… avec ma vie.


[01] Le Bal Des Salauds • French BLOWsutra Oh My Oh Why Cello Circus INDIE

Every ​⁠@bananasutra song is a humble pep talk (at least to myself), an agnostic prayer of sorts—this one is one of my fav (hence the Vol. 03:), it was inspired by #leonardcohen #peace #poetry minus #theirony (bc I’m nowhere as deep and subtle as Leonard ;)

✔✔✔

“Everybody Knows” Gipsy Trip Hop EPx7 #lyrics

[Verse 1]
Can we forget the foolishness, just for tonight?
Can we forget the hatred, step into the light?
Can we set it all down, hold each other tight?

[Chorus]
‘Cause everybody knows we can’t fight hate with more hatred,
Everybody knows we can’t win love with fear,
Everybody knows we can’t cure pain with vengeance,
Everybody knows we won’t find truth if we’re insincere.

[Verse 2]
Can we forgive the drama, give each other grace?
Can we release the dogma, let it find its place?
Can we heal the trauma, start a new embrace?

[Chorus]
‘Cause everybody knows we can’t beat fire with fire,
Everybody knows we can’t lift chains with chains,
Everybody knows we can’t find peace with anger,
Everybody knows we won’t heal wounds with blame.

[Verse 3]
Can we silence the noise, just one quiet night?
Can we look past our faults, give up the fight?
Can we let it go, step into the light?

[Chorus]
’Cause everybody knows we can’t crush fear with more fear,
Everybody knows we can’t make joy from lies,
Everybody knows that the answer’s in kindness,
Everybody knows we’ll fall if we never rise.

[Outro]
Yeah, everybody knows… but does anyone care?
Everybody talks, but is anyone there?
Everybody’s waiting, but will anyone dare?
Everybody knows… but only love can repair.

✔✔✔

[05] Everybody Knows • KNOWsutra Psychedelic Trip Hop Cello Waltz INDIE

[02] Everybody Knows • KNOWsutra Burlesque Trip Hop Indie Dub Piano BLUES

Two sister-songs, with lyrics directly inspired by Dr. Ramani’s video “Narcissism: The Secondhand Smoke of Mental Health” (on YouTube)...

Why “secondhand smoke”?
* Even if you don’t have NPD, being around narcissists makes you sick.
* The harm spreads outward: family, partners, coworkers absorb the toxicity. 

Five recognizable patterns:
1. Malignant/toxic narcissist – sadistic, manipulative, close to psychopathy.
2. Grandiose narcissist – bragging, flashy, entitled.
3. Covert/vulnerable narcissist – “woe is me,” hyper-sensitive, passive-aggressive.
4. Communal narcissist – the #hashtag-do-gooder; public philanthropy, private cruelty.
5. Benign narcissist – vapid, superficial, not as cruel, but emotionally shallow.

Seven diagnostic hallmarks (the “big seven”):
1. Lack of empathy (the bedrock).
2. Entitlement.
3. Grandiosity.
4. Superficiality.
5. Chronic need for admiration/validation.
6. Rage when threatened.
7. Arrogance (dismissiveness, devaluation).

Other patterns:
- Gaslighting, projection, exploitation, jealousy, schadenfreude, manipulation.
- Comorbidity with depression, substance abuse, compulsive sex/love behaviors.
Impact on others:
- Creates learned helplessness: partners feel nothing they do makes a difference.
- Can devastate self-esteem, health, and careers.

Treatment:
- Narcissists rarely seek therapy voluntarily.
- Progress is very slow, at best moving them from toxic → tolerable.
- No medication cures narcissism.
- Empathy must be cultivated early; prevention is everything.

Hopeful note:
- Empathy is teachable in children. Parents should model and mirror empathy above all else.

---
SIDE A EPx3: “Secondhand Smoke” 

[Intro] Step right up, darlings, don’t choke,
This song is called secondhand smoke. It’s about cocksure egos.
Ha. Ready? Down we go.

[Verse 1] No mirror inside, so they borrow your face, Validation’s the drug they chase. Shiny cars, hollow eyes, Charm that blinds, and charm that lies.

[Chorus ] Mirror, mirror, what do you know? Arrogant hearts all need a glow show. Praise me, praise me… but can you grow?
Like, can you flow and bow?
(Or just blow, blow?)

[Verse 2] Entitled thrones on borrowed ground, Their laughter’s loud, their silence profound. Grand illusions, paper crowns, Lift you up, then tear you down.

[Chorus ] Mirror, mirror, what do you know? Arrogant hearts all need a glow show. Praise me, praise me… but can you grow?
Like, can you flow and bow?
(Or just blow, blow?)

[Bridge] No empathy, no remedy, Woke ain’t like smoke, ain’t your enemy. Round and round, the blowers spin, And sorrow seeps through my skin.

[Outro] Step away, darling, break the spell, Breathe your own air, and breathe it well. Leave their circus, let them choke, 
On their own secondhand smoke.

---
SIDE B EPx3: "Arrogant hearts"

[Verse 1]
Step right up to the mirror maze, Where charm is cheap and love decays, They smile so wide while they cut you thin, Secondhand smoke seeps under your skin. 

[Chorus]
No empathy, no remedy, Entitlement is their melody, Grandiose ghosts on high ego stage, Arrogant hearts and their puppets cage. 

[Verse 2] Superficial saints with a selfie crown, Validation junkies shake you down, Malice erupts when masks won’t stay, Gaslight fever keeps truth at bay. 

[Bridge] “Ladies and gents, beware the show! They’ll promise excellence, deliver shadow. Communal halos, malignant schemes, Covert whispers, grandiose dreams!”

[Final Chorus]
Learned helplessness in smoky air, You breathe their poison unaware, The crowd applauds, the tyrant grins, But emptiness echoes where soul cannot sing. 


Side A [03] Secondhand Smoke • BLOWsutra Ego Gone Loco Gipsy Indie Trip Hop LOFI

Made "Peace Matters More (The Only Wish Worth Making)" last summer, as a birthday wish prayer song kinda thing... EPx7 flows Indie ❯ Burlesque ❯ Jazz ❯ Dub 🕊️🎶

Cover art #peace disclaimer: 
this is not an afro style cover ❨ it's a dandelion wish blower ❩ 🌬️ #makeawish 

@banasutra #lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hi, between you and me
Birthdays don’t mean much, honestly
But I’ve got a wish I can’t keep in
So I’m letting it out, soft but clear within

Not for things, not for praise
Just one truth I feel these days

[Chorus]
Peace that grows from trust
Not power, fear, or hush
No mask, no game, no war disguised as law
Just peace that grows from trust
And honest is always a must
In my book of joy, that’s what matters more
Yeah, peace matters more.

[Verse 2]
If you’re cheering on cruel men in suits
Twisting lies into law like forbidden fruit
If you still think silence means you’re wise
Then you might be mistaking peace for disguise

I won’t fight… but I won’t pretend
I choose peace that doesn’t bend.

[Chorus]
Peace that grows from trust
Not power, fear, or hush
No mask, no game, no war disguised as law
Just peace that grows from trust
And honest is always a must
In my book of joy, that’s what matters more
Yeah, peace matters more.

[Bridge] 
It takes courage to ask
Humility to hear
To reach through the awkward
Instead of disappear
So if you’re unsure, just knock on the door
’Cause peace don’t bloom when we keep the score.

[Final Chorus]
Peace that grows from trust
No echo chamber hush
No gaslit grin pretending not to see
Just peace that grows from trust
Where curiosity’s enough
To build a better “we”,
That’s what matters more to me. 



[05] Peace Matters More - GROWsutra Gipsy DUB JAZZ

[06] Peace Matters More - GROWsutra Gipsy Hop DUB

In France (where I grew up), there's a wise, old saying that goes "a glass of wine a day keeps the doctors away"...  Chez #bananasutra it's the same, but(t) with songs, hehe ✌️😽🍷🎶 #meow
--
Piano EPx5 @bananasutra #lyrics

[Intro]
We know drama begets drama,
We know trauma begets trauma.

[Verse 1] 
If we let pain justify cruelty,
If we let fear multiply tragedy,
If we let facts deny kittens die,
Woes of war will only amplify.

[Chorus]
We know drama begets drama,
We know trauma begets trauma…
Round and round the pain parade,
Different mask, same old charade.

[Verse 2]
Why do we choose not to ask but to fight?
No one wants children to suffer, right?
What happened to leading by love, not might?
And where the freakin’ fck is this going, right?

[Verse 3]
I’ve hurt, been hurt, denied my part,
Built a cage and called it “heart.”
But pain’s not truth, it’s just a clue,
To heal myself, I must heal you.

[Bridge]
Beyond the wounds, it’s the walls we build,
Beyond the loss, it’s the blame we wield…
Why preach revenge like a holy skill,
Then wonder why the world won’t heal?

Your cynicism sure beats mine…
But(t) where’s the cruelty victory line?
A rabbit hole of self-foolfilled prophecy,
Vengefool honor, endless atrocity.

[Outro]
We know drama begets drama,
We know trauma begets trauma…
Silence begets silence, too, 
'Til someone breaks the loop… maybe you?
--
#savethekittens (damn it)?!


[05] Trauma Begets Trauma • KNOWsutra Whimsical Gipsy Peace Kitten Dream Piano INDIE

… 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?

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