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An original pop song with influences of folk, rock and world music about the importance of staying rooted in our being during challenges times. In a world moving fast I feel the call to continue the nature of traditional songwriting from the heart.

Stay Rooted In Being

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It’s two in the morning, the sirens blare slow,
The avenue shivers in blue and red glow.
Your name comes in crackles like some AM band—
A prayer half-erased by a tremoring hand.

They said you grew feathers, or maybe just fled—
The house in Montclair with the books by the bed.
I still have your postcards, the margins all burned,
That poem you scratched where the page wouldn't turn.

Oh, the silver thread you pulled through the storm,
Tied to my finger to keep myself warm.
And Mary — yes, she’s here — she still waits by the door,
She's always right there and ready for more.

Do you still wear that coat — the one stitched with stars?
The collar all frayed from the backseat of cars.
It smelled like wet cedar and missed subway stops,
You’d vanish for months with your key to the shop.

I dreamt you last night in your Lutheran coat,
You said, “Don’t forgive me, just finish the note.”
And I did, though it bled through the back of the page—
The ink like a memory you couldn’t quite cage.

Oh, the silver thread you wove through your flight,
Lit up like tinsel and burned into night.
And Mary — she still sings in the kitchen at dawn,
But her voice, it has shadows where yours would belong.

Well, what can I tell you, my ghost from the floor?
You left in a hurry, but you haunt even more.
I saw your reflection in windows half-shut,
And the mail you addressed me still smells of burnt 

Oh, the silver thread, it frays where it ends,
But I still wear the knot where your silence extends.
And Mary — she forgives you, and where you have been,
And I… I remember you more than you mean.

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Soaring in Our Love

A cinematic western-folk requiem told in twelve parables — from desolation to communion, from dusk to dawn.
Harlan Crowe’s baritone carries the grit of the desert; Sora’s soprano carries its light.
The Spanish classical guitar is the road itself: steady, unbroken, eternal.

She Walked into the Sun

Can you guess what world peace issue this song is about? 

And by "world peace", I do mean world peace... if only humans were humble, empathetic, and educated enough (aka wise enough) to understand righteous vengeance is nothing but an ancient power hungry rhinoceros myth, and violence always ripples so far, far beyond their own short-sighted ego spheres of rationalization, bleeding throughout many generations. 

This song is yet another peace prayer, for the better not the worse #together and shared with much #hope and #compassion for ALL who did, do, and will suffer from bloody hatred, chosen entitlement, and nonsensical injustice  🌍 🕊️💨 

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@bananasutra lyrics:

[intro]
Soaring above bloody ashes,
Rising like love’s the only breath
That blooms like hope
Not doom in trope…

[verse 1]
Sparks of snark never heal, they only burn,
Barks of sharks never help, they only churn,
At the love
Of a dove.

[verse 2]
Preachers of vengeance dressed in light,
Call it justice, call it right,
But no bomb can bless a child,
In the womb of hate gone wild.

[chorus]
Raise your heart to peace, not war,
Blessed be the faith we’re fighting for,
Let mercy rise to bliss, let it prove
We dare to care for the love of a dove…

[bridge]
Why praise the wound, deny the tear?
Preaching for safe, by planting fear?
If truth is right, then we shall see
No holy blame can set us free.

[chorus, soaring]
Raise your heart to peace, not war,
Blessed be the faith we’re fighting for,
Let mercy rise to bliss, let it prove
We dare to care for the love of a dove.

[outro, gentle]
Let’s lay the anger in the dust.
Let’s be holy, return to trust...
And when they ask what we’re made of
Hum: “The love, the love of a dove.”

[04] The Love Of A Dove - GROWsutra Mama-b-c Peace Cello INDIE

„All from Him, All to Him“ ,

Step into the intimate, introspective world of 1950s Rive Gauche Paris through the eyes of a solitary observer.

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