If We Still Had Yesterday - Dj Def Dealer Ent 618.mp3

Mama’s Prayers ll

Track 1: CHAOS - The Death of Empathy

This track is the fall, the moment humanity forgets its heart.
It tells the story of a world devoured by war where empathy has vanished, and survival has replaced compassion. Through the eyes of children, soldiers, and mothers, we see innocence turned into ashes. Bombs fall on schools, new born cry in empty hospitals, and cities lose their soul. It’s not just physical war, it’s spiritual decay. The world has gone numb; killing feels mechanical. “CHAOS” isn’t just noise, it’s order without conscience, love replaced by fear, and the devil conducting the drums of war. Beneath it all, a pulse of defiance beats, a whisper that even in ruin, the human spirit refuses to die.

Chaos - The Death of Empathy

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

Old-school velvet, new-school voltage. Twelve tracks follow a charming thief through speakeasies, rooftops, and one last gamble for love. Distorted brass, walk-bass, vinyl crackle, and crowd shouts—built for late nights and louder speakers.
#ElectroSwing #EDM #Trap #CinematicPop #NoirPop #HeistStory

Cradle & Crowbar

you think therefore you are? …cute. I make you feel — therefore I am. you wanna be my proof? here — close your eyes put your headphones on… let me show you.

Quantum me

Suboptimal is all about shrugging off the pressure to be flawless. It’s a wry, witty take on what it means to never quite measure up — and being totally okay with it. From school struggles to chaotic relationships, the song celebrates embracing imperfection with a grin and a middle finger to expectations. With a healthy dose of irony and swagger, it flips the script on failure and finds freedom in not giving a damn.

Suboptimal erzählt mit einem Augenzwinkern davon, wie es ist, einfach nie ganz reinzupassen – und wie befreiend das sein kann. Ob Mathe-Stress, Beziehungschaos oder gut gemeinte Kritik: Hier geht’s darum, all das nicht mehr so ernst zu nehmen. Der Song feiert das Unperfekte, das Unbequeme – und das Selbstbewusstsein, seinen eigenen Weg zu gehen, auch wenn der nicht “perfekt” ist. Ironisch, ehrlich und herrlich gelassen.

Suboptimal

Der alte Seidel hält mir mal wieder 
Die Matheklausur direkt vors Gesicht
Mensch Junge!
So geht das doch nicht...

Was soll bloß mal aus dir werden?

Das ist suboptimal
Sagt er, weit entfernt von perfekt
Suboptimal
Ist mir doch egal
Denk ich
So was von egal
Juckt mich nicht

Susie hat die Nase voll von meinem Chaos
Und sagt mir mitten ins Gesicht
Ehrlich Süßer
So geht das nicht...

Wie soll so jemals was aus uns werden?

Das ist suboptimal
Meint sie, ganz und gar nicht perfekt
Suboptimal
Mir doch egal
Denk ich
Echt egal
Du verstehst mich nicht

Immer dasselbe
Schon mein ganzes Leben
Irgendwer hat was dagegen
Und motzt
„Ganz sicher nicht mit meinem Segen“

Ist schließlich suboptimal
Und weit weg von perfekt
Ich hätt‘s aber gern wie geleckt
Wie gemalt, schick
Halt einfach perfekt

Heute sitz ich am Strand
Die Füße im Sand
Meine Songs gehen durch die Decke
Weil ich in den großen Hallen einchecke

Wie gefällt Euch das?
Ein Genie beherrscht das Chaos

Suboptimal
Scheißegal


Suboptimal

Rövid volt az éjszaka, és túl hamar jött a hajnal
Ott ült velem az ördög, ott ült velem egy angyal
Egyik súgta hagyd itt, másik mondta ne menj, várj
Egyik elárult volna, a másik mondta ne félj...szállj!

Most már tudom, hogy vak voltam, nem láttalak
Nem értettem meg a jeleket, égig nőttek a falak
Mire fény gyúlt bennem, addigra a játék véget ért
Mire utánad kaptam, már messze vitt téged a szél. 

Te lettél bennem minden hetedik szívdobbanás!

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Vannak nekem könnyeim, de én nem tudok sírni 
Kell az erő, hogy az emlékeink végig tudjam vinni
Csak úgy tudok repülni, ha a szárnyaimat te adod
Az otthon az lett nekem, ahol te és én is ott vagyok. 

Színeket mutattam neked, amiket te nem ismertél
Titkokat nyitottam ki, miket előtte soha sem értettél 
Most már ragyogsz bátran, már te is érted a fényt 
Most már mehetsz, csillaggal telt égbolt őrzi az éjt 

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Egy világot felépítettem, egyet leromboltam
Egy csodát megálmodtam, egyet elárultam
Nincs próba, ez az Élet az amit annyira vártál!
Nincs tegnap, nincs holnap, most van, szálljál!

Szállj! (Original-mix)

Crazy in Love

A rhythmic, soulful groove that turns writer’s block into a dance-floor confession. Smooth vocals ride a warm, pulsing beat while the melody sways between vulnerability and uplift. Soulful, groovy, and irresistibly rhythmic — a track that moves your body while speaking to the creative struggle deep inside.

THE SONGS GONE

sonidodesierto
casanegra
bluesoscuro
nocheenreno
musicanegra
casinomood
vibesdelcarretera
westcoasthouse
californiahouse
nevadanoir
desertsound
usindiehouse
americanhousevibes
highwaymusic
nightdriveusa
westcoastvibes
qtstyle
cinematicblues
blueshouse
cinematichouse
desertnoir
americananoir
qtvibes
darkblueshouse
indiehouse
bluesgroove
deserthouse
neonnoir
motelvibes
renoatnight
highway395
sierraatmosphere
nightdrivebeats
bluesmeetsclub
dustywaves
bluesfusion
storytellinghouse
outsidermusic
desertstormbeats
moodyhouse
altclubhouse
deepamericana
noirhouse
retrofilmstyle
darkminimal
filmhouse
bluesmeanshousemeansblues

Suboptimal

BRO