"Gaza" is a the silent lament of a homeless civilian in Gaza who has lost home and family members in the aftermath of the current war - hungry, thirsty, sick cold sleeping in the wreckage of burnt out abandonned buildings. A prayer for help to a silent God and a world which seems to have no mercy and seems to have lost it's moral compass

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LIS PODCAST 016 - HUGO ANDRES

The last track of my EP “ᏣΘÐΣҖ ИᏫᏣŦIᏕ” is about getting above your own mental assets by becoming a metapsychotica

KYRØN - MΣŦѦҎᏕΨᏣĦΘŦIᏣΛ

My second track of my EP “ᏣΘÐΣҖ ИᏫᏣŦIᏕ” describes the dirty habits of an occult midnight witch-hunt

KYRØN - ĦΣҖΣИJΛǤÐ

for this track, the recommended venue or space that caters to sub level bass like a nice set of headphones or in a car running an amp into subwoofers.  make that rear view mirror vibrate & rattle the neighbors fine china or those fillings in your molars.  beware in those country hills and hollers as this may cause liquefaction, dustifying like a controlled demo. A quick note on the sampling used:  long time big fan of Matisyahu.  this is from Live at Stubbs, which debuted 20 years ago, if you can believe that.  Copyright is with Sony BMG Entertainment 2005 and remixed via Creative Commons license.  With some added enhancements to the workflow, this needed some samples to layer over the beats to add some flavor.  just a little salt n pepper sprinkled on breakfast eggs n toast.  some hip hop, raggae, trip hop and fo on tha flo. peace.

Introducing: Heights (sofa king dope remix of Matisyahu)

All of the light, all the time,
leave the lights on inside your mind.
You’re in a bright horizon,
coming into experiences—
to listen in, to fill you up, to see.

How you address what you create,
listen in, hear in reality.
Address what you feel,
feel what you see—
and then say:
“Okay, is that me?
Do I feel what I want to remember to see?

Am I existing in a place of experience,
or am I placing myself in a place because I put myself there,
and I can’t get myself out from my despair?
Can I see past me?
Can I allow myself to create what I want to see?

Can I give time my experience—
to know I’m only here to realize time?
Time is a memory that I think to remember,
when I see where I’ve been inside of me.”

Welcome to the head in time,
you’re paramount inside the climb.
Welcome to your own design,
your light, your breath, your guiding sign.

Listen in, hear me there.
Say: “Okay, I’m only gonna be
where I come into grow,
when I experience what I do to mind.

I’m gonna remember what I find
to exist in life, that can come back,
to remember to mind.
It’s a gift now to be aware—
of where now presents life.”

Is the purpose of life
to be an experience
that is here in a witness state?
You remember what you do,
to create how you feel about you.

But you can’t think past how you create inside of you,
because you’re figurating time
to create how you see you.

You’re an ability in time,
you’re a love paradigm.
To mind your mind you have to love the scene.
You’re an ability in time,
a design in the climb,
to love the place your light has been.

Sometimes you can’t see the difference.
Sometimes you put yourself down,
or others.

Sometimes you must be aware
that time takes time
to create what you want to see.

Sometimes you gotta put time in
to get out what you want to feel—
worth your gravity.

Sometimes you amass
more than you can levitate,
in your direction to fit what you see.

Sometimes all the levity in the world
can’t escape your reality.

Sometimes you’re here to see.
Sometimes you’re there to feel.
Sometimes you’re behind the camera.
Sometimes you’re the one revealed.

Sometimes you’re part of the party.
Sometimes you’re taking it all in.
Sometimes you’re a realization—
remembering where you’ve been.

An epiphany in the then,
that illusory correlation.

Sometimes you want to be where,
sometimes you can’t even be here.

Sometimes you find yourself presently aware,
sometimes you’re not anywhere.

You’re an experience,
you’re a life expression
existing on a thread.

Existing on a nerve ending—
and you can’t always mend up
the time that you said.

When you do what you do,
you create how you see the mind.
You juxtapose between
where you’ve been—
to create a design
you should rather see,
instead of playing vengeance on the day.

Come to show life how to exist.
Come to be an example that can create this.
Come to show love that you can be the difference—
when someone’s not feeling this.

Babysit your time.
Mind your mind.
Keep an eye on you.
Reality is a dangerous place.
Look both ways two times
and a third—
to make sure you’re tracking your eyes
inside of time,
inside of pi.

All of the light, all the time,
leave the lights on inside your mind.
Paramount inside the climb—
your heart, your breath, your love, your sign.

Inside of a relationship of self design,
as you reflect off your mind.
Inside of pi, inside of time,
you are the light, you are the sign.
All of the light, all the time—
you’re the horizon,
you’re the rhyme.

All of the Light All of the Time

Fair opinion-gone-banana-peel of the day: white pedantic racist immigrant wannabe elitist antiantifa hypocritical dude(s) who dare deny racism is a core cause of injustice = one more reason why Murica is a hopeless deadly stoopid toxic sh!thole bigotracy... #deepbreath

"So, What Is Racism?" EPx17 flows Dub ❯ Jazz ❯ Blues 

@bananasutra lyrics: 

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 1]
Is it when you clutch your purse on the late-night train?
Or when the résumé gets tossed for the “wrong” last name?
Is it system-made, or just “a couple bad dudes”?
Or is it brunch talk, served with fair-trade food?

What if you laugh at a meme, but it cuts like a blade,
Would you still call it harmless, or truth in the shade?
If color’s just skin, why’s the history so loud?
Why the silence when the wrong ones speak too proud?

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 2]
Is it subtle like perfume in a Sunday crowd,
Or heavy like a cop’s knee pressing too loud?
Is it “I don’t see race”, but you kinda still do?
Or is it blaming all the problems on “a chosen few”?

Would you trade your skin just to borrow their shoes?
Walk the block, pay the rent, get stopped with no clues?
If fairness was real, would you lose your place?
Or would equality feel like you’re in second place?

[Bridge] 
What’s the weight of a word when it’s not meant for you?
What’s the cost of the dream when it don’t come true?
If justice is blind, why she peeking through her mask?
Here’s a question, baby, don’t be scared to ask.

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Outro]
So what is racism, honey, is it yours, is it mine?
Or just a ghost in the closet we pretend’s benign?
Keep on asking, keep peeling the skin,
’Cause the fruit gets sweeter when the truth kicks in

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