[Intro}

whooo ooo ooo
[Verse 1]
Some how I sit here thinking of the way it was to be
Sharing the laughter with you and all the memories
but then you told me that 
Sometimes things must change
Only for the better
But as you leave why is there so much pain 

[Bridge]

Times run out 
and I don't know if i can do without
your sweet tender touch 
Cause I know I'll miss you oh so much
but now you're gone 
and the good times have left me all alone
What more can I do 
I'm so deeply in love with you 
Tell me how can I make you see
That I don't want you to leave

[Chorus]
Oh baby, come back to me, I need you desperately
Baby, what am I gonna do? I just can't live my life without you
Oh baby, come back to me, I'm sure I'll make you see
This love I have for you, is yearning for your needs

[Verse 2]
The night you told me that our love was not a game
Made me believe that you and I both felt the same
But as you leave me now, 
In my time of desperate need
 it's quite clear that our love wasn't meant to be

[Bridge]

Cause time's run out and I don't know if I can do without your sweet tender touch
Cause I know I miss you oh so much, but now you're gone
And I'm left without a prayer and a song, so what can I do?
I'm so deeply in love with you, tell me how can I make you see
That I don't want you to leave

[Chorus]
Oh baby, come back to me, I need you desperately
Baby, what am I gonna do? I just can't live my life without you
Oh baby, come back to me, I'm sure I'll make you see
This love I have for you, is yearning for your needs
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Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

Baby Come Back

When you get wiht the right one. She can heal you. 

She Healed Me (Remix)

Let It Rain Written by S’myth

Only When Its Midnight

I Got You, Too (The Reply to Slow Down)

Swung soul groove, jazzy glow, horns glide through 


Stumbled Into You

The Mother’s Rebuke

A bold inversion of prayer and prophecy, “The Mother’s Rebuke” is a raw, soulful rap that lifts up the divine feminine as the source of wisdom and truth. Over an R&B groove laced with funk swagger, the track challenges the Father’s throne and crowns the Mother of Wisdom with reverence. The hook chants her beauty and flame, while the verses unfold like scripture turned inside out, rebellious, poetic, and spiritual. It’s a call to awaken, to rise from shadows of domination, and to honour the womb, the river, and the eternal flame. Both hymn and battle cry, it’s a sound of devotion reimagined.

The Mother’s Rebuke

She Loves Me

I went to a wedding last night. Story in the support link.

Girl in the blue dress

Gone

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. 🪽


Only When Its Midnight

Matthew David