"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

Gaza

A 1000 hearts

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God sent me my queen she's in bangladesh 

my queen in bangladesh

dancing in the rain In bangladesh

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)

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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