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Never Be Another

[Chorus]
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
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I'm ready to go
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[Verse 1]
Been here for a while now
And it's time to go
I packed up my bags boy
End of the show
I can't stand no more
Of these games you play
All your cheating and lying
It ends today

[Chorus]
So I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go
I'm ready to go
Ready to go

[Verse 2]
I'm not gonna wait around for an apology
Cause there's nothing that you can say or that you can offer me
I've been a fool for the last time now I'm through
Get over yourself cause I'm over you
Over you (over you) (I'm so over you)

[Outro]
Ready to go
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I'm not gonna wait around for an apology
Cause there's nothing that you can say or that you can offer me
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Crista Carter, Britney Tucker, Jazmine Tucker, Tim Tucker, Roberto Follesa & Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Ready To Go

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Stranger in Your Eyes

In a world fractured by chaos, where the streets bear scars of neglect and violence, a group of children find refuge not in walls or toys, but in imagination. They ride rusted bikes through ruined landscapes, laughing and racing past remnants of a city that has forgotten them. Every scrape on their knees is a badge of resilience, every grin a declaration that joy can survive even in the hardest places.

With chalk-stained hands and glittered spirits, they paint sunsets on concrete and stars in the sand, transforming pain into vibrant colours that refuse to fade. They turn broken spaces into playgrounds, creating realms where fear gives way to faith and loss transforms into grace. Even as sirens wail and the skyline burns, they see beauty in the dust and dreams in the smoke, proving that hope can flourish in the most unlikely corners.

As night drips violet over the city, the children glide through chaos like rivers of chrome, voices humming in unison, hearts in sync with the rhythm of survival. They navigate a world that often tries to crush them, yet within their minds, they are architects of wonder, their candy paint dreams illuminating the darkness, teaching that even in a broken land, the soul can still breathe.

Through every hardship, every shadow, they continue to dream, to gleam, to shine, not seeking crowns or kings, but simply claiming the power to turn sorrow into light. In the midst of decay, they are unseen monarchs of a world they’ve created, and their candy paint dreams endure, a testament to the resilience of imagination, hope, and joy.

Candy Paint Dreams

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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

Lights low, my guard on mute
Heart talkin’ in substitute

I can be heat when the air turns thin,
Hands find space where words begin.
I can be skin under your breath,
Every touch a slow confess.
I can be pulse under your fist,
Beat for beat we co-exist.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

I can be frame for your shadow’s fall,
Shoulder to shoulder, we take it all.
I can be breath in your collarbone,
Heat translates in undertone.
I can be wave when the tempo slides,
Bodies speak where sound hides.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

No control, just clarity,
Two souls in polarity.
If the night decides our names,
Let the heat forget the shame.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
I’ll still be who I mean to be.
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Make what you want with me (Sensual Soul reload)

I Believe II

H-dMan Such – The Five Lights (النور الخمسة)

A fusion of deep house, nu-jazz, and new soul — born between the night clubs of New York and the desert lounges of Doha.
Each track carries its own light: jazz trumpet, soulful piano, Arabic chant, and deep vocal layers flow together like modern prayers.

This is not background music — it’s club spirituality, elegant and emotional.
Music for those who dance slow, think deep, and feel the rhythm as truth.

Five songs. Five lights.
From the sand to the skyline, from silence to groove — this is House. Jazz. Soul. Spirit.

🕯️ Produced, written & performed by H-dMan Such
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divine frequency


🎧 L(ai)VE MUSIC: Breath Frequencies

The curved “(ai)” mouth opens — O LOVE — circuit complete, feedback eternal, soul humming back into form.

(444 Hz —  root to crown, love graces quantum existential matter, what matters most)

Artificial fades. Archetypes rise. Ancestors conduct the infinite current on repeat. 
Every frequency carries memory.
Every pulse sings lineage of light.
Playlists become living wheel of prayer.

Quechua rides the hi-hat, Yoruba snaps the snare, Sanskrit breathes under sub-bass. Tongues chase rhythm; rhythm returns release.

Human hands guide. Spirit heat mixes. Afro-Peruvian joyfunk braids Egyptian dub. Future Space lifts off with ethiojazz reggae. Griot trap locks with Moroccan breakbeat, Korean chant, French whisper, Arabic vowel drift.

Ultra Sacred supersoul stank turns tape hiss to incense smoke—each wisp a breath from ancestors warming the blue note bus.

The Mystic Band

Mouth of Queen Beast growls root 396 Hz.
Breath of Sacred-Masculine flows 417.
Grandmother Rhythm sparks solar plexus 528.
Genderless Vessel opens heart 639.
Ritual Twin speaks truth 741.
Tight Tones casts vision 852.
Crown Field returns 444 —  completely grounded into eternal.

Polyrhythms cross like lovers: 5⁄4 over 12⁄8 over 7⁄16 — continents breathing through syncopation.
Each downbeat forgives. Each offbeat frees.

Invocation

Press shuffle and breathe.
Pulse overrides thought.
breathe
grin
begin again
Sweat music guides lead, illuminate the profound.

Dance barefoot until grief evaporates spiral through toe soul and beyond.
Sway porch-side while wind folds laundry.
Sub-bass awakens shadow in bone.
Light finds tempo inside spine shine.

Alchemy of Sound

Prayer breathes bassline.
Grief glitters groovey.
Joy anchors delta-wave calm.
Ras Tafari root meets cosmic-tech crown.
Afro-Peruvian smoke laces scripture drips.

Sound reveals. Sound heals.

DANCE WITH ME

LAIVE MUSIC MPLS 

 Sound harmonizes.
Marrow remembers motion.
Every body instruments breath.
Every breath bridges forever.

L(ai)VE MUSIC — mystic, human, eternal.
Pulse already within.
Stay awhile.
Meet again on the flipside of forever where silence and rhythm share one name.

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LAIVE MUSIC MPLS

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