Euphoria Lights is a euphoric deep house anthem that captures the electric thrill of a midnight rave. With shimmering synths, emotional verses, and a dancefloor-ready drop, this track transports listeners into a neon-lit world where dreams rise with the bass. Perfect for festivals, rooftop parties, or late-night drives, it's a celebration of unity, motion, and the magic of the night.


Euphoria Lights

In The darkness

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Back Porch Hallelujah

Love Don’t Always Mean Stay
©Schantell Wharton


Love Don’t Always Mean Stay

Sonny Dub

Nutshell (Motown Soul) - Alice In Chains

I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

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@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


[23] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) • Gipsy Peace Duende Soul Fusion INDIE LOFI

Soft keys, low horns, morning haze.
Snap. Sip. Sunlight hits the face.

Sheets still warm, I stretch in time,
Clock keeps hush, rhythm’s mine.
Yesterday’s doubt slid off my skin,
Confidence curls where dreams begin.
A slow riff under my breath,
Mood so good it scares the stress.
Every pore hums—yeah, that’s bliss,
I woke up like this.

I woke up looking like this, no pretense, no fix.
Just a groove, just a glow, just this.
I woke up looking like this

Trumpet answers what my soul said,
Brushes whisper, I nod my head.
Coffee swirl, mirror grin,
Every scar now dressed in gin.
The world outside still half-asleep,
But my beat runs twelve feet deep.
Don’t call it luck, call it grace—
That’s the truth I wear on my face.

I woke up looking like this, golden tone, pure kiss.
Unlearned fear, kept the bliss.
I woke up looking like this

Mmm… listen—
Every woman, every man,
has a morning they finally stand.
No crown, no makeup,
just breath and rhythm waking up.
Say it with me slow:
I woke up like this.

How’d you wake up?
Like this.
How’d you shine so sweet?
Like this.
What’s that groove beneath your skin?
I been livin’, I been freein’.
I woke up like this.

Bass walks out, horns sigh,
one last brush, one long high.
Morning closes with a kiss—
I woke up looking like this.

I woke up like this (Jazz R&B reload)

3. “Mirror in the Graveyard”

Karma begins to whisper. The dead are restless. Trump and his ilk face their own shadows—but instead of reflection, they find decay. In a graveyard of forgotten justice, the mirror doesn’t lie. This track is soul-deep and haunting, a poetic meditation on guilt, denial, and the spirits that won’t stay silent. The past is watching, and it wants payment.

Mirror in the Graveyard

The Blackbyrds - Dreaming About You (Slowed and Reverbed)

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