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some rough af mixes I recorded in my room in london

Kids, please watch out for the toxic bull out there, it’s trending! I’m suddenly seeing more random, unapologetic fascist content suddenly being recommended across my social feeds, often masquerading as righteous philosophical and economical knowledge—don’t let’ em mean bastards fool you with lies….

I think it’s fair to say a new era of corporate fascism has officially started, and THAT is NO JOKE. Despite what Uncle Sam and the capitalist brainwash that is your social (now commercial) feed want you to believe, corporate “success” does not equate to “intelligence”, much to the contrary, unfortunately. Elon’s success, for example, only proves he’s a coucou twat… A nasty bird defined by cocksure opportunism (like his current boss), who chased fame and wealth motivated by pathological desires of proving his criminal father wrong, and delusional fantasies of world domination. Dolon Trusk is not a “smart” guy here to save planet earth from gas emissions,Nah! That fool is simply fulfilling his primal world-domination dynasty fantasies, while breeding all the babies he can—which has nothing to do with progress, humanity, or kindness, i.e. genuine intelligence… unless Holy Machiavelli is your daddy, yo?!

So, what I’m saying is take care of your soul, dear. Please beware of ignorance, call out malevolence, their shallow truths are cold, dark, and toxic thoughts—or you’ll never, GROW, flow, GLOW, and BOW… This is what the songs of the bananasutra bible are all about—to help us remember what actually matters, to be safe and happy together 🍌💨

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Original bananasutra song inspired by the poem “Kindness”—Naomi Shihab Nye (1952). Here’s the original poem:

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
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Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Original poem provided for educational purpose Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye.

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Julie

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