To be enjoyed here are pre-album recordings comprising our debut EP which we continue to embellish. Stay tuneful!

Pre-album recordings EP

(Lyrics by Ghassan Khayyat, Hussein Charrafedine) 

Verse
They call me double A
It's big daddy game 
And you see the picture 
That has never been framed 

You telling me you're sober 
But you're stuttering 
And now the game is over 
In the world we're in 

Chorus 
And I know I'm not leaving here tomorrow 
And I know that this rope I'll never borrow 
And I know that the world is getting colder 
When that chill spot in your mind just starts you to 

Mellow down
you've got to mow your meadows, hit the clouds 
You've got to mellow down 
You've got to mow your meadows, hit the clouds 

Verse 
She said her name is Clarice 
I said her name was fancy 
She asked me what's your name? 
I said I'm glad you asked me 


Chorus 
And I know I'm not leaving here tomorrow 
And I know that this rope I'll never borrow 
And I know that the world is getting bolder 
When that chill spot in your mind just starts you to...





The Double A Conspiracy

(Lyrics by Hussein Charaffeddine. Produced by Jawad Chaaban)

Verse
Since the day of my own birth 
I knew that life would hurt 
And the coming of the rain 
taught me about the pain 
Now I live myself restrained 
Although I stand up tall 
Before I learned how to walk 

I was falling falling falling 

Chorus 
And he is knowing knowing knowing 
The seeds I am sowing, sowing, sowing 

Verse
Now the rights were wronged again 
And there was no one else to blame 
Except the profits and the saints 
The holy bread went stale 
Now we feast from off the plate 
And the crumbs that do remain 
Are falling, falling, falling 

Chorus 
Farmer man he is knowing, knowing, knowing
seeds I am sowing, sowing, sowing 


Farmville

(Lyrics by Ghassan Khayyat. Produced by Jawad Chaaban)

Verse 
She's my cinammon girl, knows how to get more than she deserves 
Lives on top of the world, yes she does 
Shines like venus in furs, the greys and blues of her crazy world
Look so beautiful up above 

Chorus 
Undresses me against the ceiling as it's falling
So fast asleep, so wide awake 
I look to her but I don't read or heed her calling 
I'm all alone on a different page 

Bridge
And we all rise as her soul dies and the morning turns to grey 
And we take sight of a new light as she showers down in rains
she's here to stay 

Cinammon Girl

(lyrics by Ghassan Khayyat. Produced by Jawad Chaaban. Photo courtesy of Raymond Gemayel)  

Verse 
High the low 
Fast the slow 
Up the dose 
Down the pour 

Chorus 
With all the wild weeds that you sow 
Tangle your mind and let it go 
Take a moment to be alone 
Crack the code 

Bridge 
You're always around, but you're never really there 
And who are they to know, who are they to even care? 
The ones and the ohs always lead to despair 
Cause you're always around but you're never really there 



Crack The Code

(Featuring May Obeid on vocals, lyrics by Ghassan Khayyat. Produced by Jawad Chaaban at EM Chill) 

VERSE 
A greying smog shrouds the widowed moon 
As three mourning clouds begin to croon 
The day is dragged in by its tenter hooks 
As the sun is shone one second too soon 

CHORUS 
Cause I know what I knows is not for him to know 
And he won't hear what I'm thinking unless I scream it out loud 
But as he holds his peace you don't speak a sound 
Cause the words you've been slurring are phasing him out 

VERSE
No sense in waiting for logic to make 
sense of anything senseless and fake 
And if you let the moment take you
 that is really all it ever takes 

CHORUS 
Cause I know what he knows is not for me to know 
And he won't hear what I'm thinking unless I scream it out loud 
But as he holds his peace you don't speak a sound 
Cause the words you've been slurring are phasing him out 

BRIDGE 
Over and above, we're still spinning 
Turning inside out, blurring vision 
Transmission failure, wires crossing
As we spin out of bounds
over and above 

VERSE
Common enemies make better friends 
When the start from the start is bitter at the sweet end 
Like that broken clock that won't ever mend 
You're ticking but you're not talking sense 

CHORUS 
Over and above, we're still spinning 
Turning inside out, blurring vision 
Transmission failure, wires crossing
As we spin out of bounds
over and above 


Over and above

The Banana Cognacs are a funk-hop goes bluesy rock outfit based out of Beirut