I love pop music! I admire your wide range of musicality in creating this song along with your masterpiece of techno music. I think it's a great song!

My white swan

The most beautiful journeys
on the most beautiful shores
out of sight
you stole them for me

the sweetest of faces 
and facade smiles 
to hide the ravagers
of a brutal childhood

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
My white swan 

All that remains from you 
are those old pictures 
of an unfailing friendship
but i haven't turned the page

i think you 
whatever the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like chasing the wind
we were like kings 
we were like beggars
my brother in blood 
my white swan 

Far away , i keep far away 
from those who called you « the black swan »
far away , from envious and means 
who understood nothing 
who just couldn 't even … see 

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
i look for you sometimes
in the corners of time 
my brother in blood 
my white swan

Mon Cygne Blanc (translated lyrics in description)

This is the 4th variation of a valse from Carulli. With many thanks to Blackbird for adding her beautiful voice.

valse 4

Zuritovar_03

WOW!  Lookit the size of that......oh my 😳

Big Booty Beat

Fear In The City Of The Living Dead (City Streets Crawling With The Dead)

Morning

Belonging

more than words

Born in the shadow of a shuttered coal mine in southern West Virginia, Smokestack Holler is a four-piece band that channels the grit, grief, and ghostlight of the Appalachian soul. The group is made up of two brothers—Jesse and Caleb McCrae—whose harmonies carry the dust of generations; their sister, Mae McCrae, whose voice cuts like wild honeysuckle through fog; and their lifelong friend Elijah “Lige” Booker, a fiddler and banjoist whose playing conjures spirits from the holler and fire from the strings.

Raised on gospel, grit, and the sound of trains that no longer run, the band blends Appalachian folk, swamp blues, and mythic storytelling into a sound that’s both haunted and defiant. 

Whether playing bowed banjo under moonlight or howling harmonies in a one-room church, Smokestack Holler is a living elegy for a place that never stopped singing—even when the mines went dark.


Pretty Polly

Psychedelic "creepypasta (what the hella)" flow:
Side A x13 : Banjo Blues + Gipsy Burlesque
Side B x10 : Cello Indie + LoFi + Dub Fusion

Because (it recently occurred to me, I'm living the myth;) wow, it's like the entire universe has turned into a viral creepypasta smirk meme moment, with sly sirens in suits signing executive sin orders, singing states sponsored propaganda with fool immunity, ahem. I mean wow, so, huh, TBCH, I dunno man... here's a dystopia banana split for ya 🍌💦 #lickitgood 

HA, baaahaha, ooh la la, creepypasta, what the hella, creepypasta, feed the monsta #mwhahaha 

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@bananasutra "creepypasta (what the hella)" lyrics:

[Intro]
(Creepypasta, 
what the hella?!…)

Creepypasta, preach it, masta,
Meme disaster, scroll it fasta.
Byte by byte, the fables grow,
Truth’s the light that makes one glow.

[Hook / Early Chorus]
Creepypasta, creep it darker,
But what’s your point, who’s the creeper?
Copy, paste, erase, repeat,
Fear ain’t sweet, bon appétit!

(Creepypasta, 
what the hella?!
Creepypasta 
feed the monsta…)

[Verse 1 - Slenderman]
Slim silhouette in a swindler’s grin,
Sells salvation from original sin.
Evil suit, authority chic,
Moral code gone freakin’ bleak.

[Verse 2 - Jeff the Killer]
Smirks so sly they swallow shame,
Viral villain, branded name.
Smile for the crowd, cruelty’s cute,
Worship the wicked, whacky suit.

[Verse 3 - Siren Head / Mandela]
Sirens sing state propaganda,
Faith’s a tactic, it’s banana.
Echoed lies, social media bliss,
Truth eroded… what is this?! 

(Creepypasta, 
what the hella?!
Oh ooh la la,
Creepypasta)

[Bridge]
If fear’s our folklore, who’s the fool?
Why build a church to ridicule?
Are we priests of parody?
Or memes of God’s absurdity?

[Chorus]
Creepypasta, creep it faster,
But who’s the pawn of what master?
Copy, paste, erase, repeat,
Scorn ain’t sweet… bon appétit!

[Outro]
Creepypasta, 
what the hella?!
Creepypasta 
feed the monsta…

🫣💨

Side A [04] CREEPYPASTA • SHOWsutra Hide Yo Pets Bluegrass BANJO

Like an old man who forgot his glasses
And he missed his turn
He knows it
Just like a busy intersection with four-way stop
And the light don't work
I feel it
A new wind blows
Can you smell it?
Old flowers wither away
Everything changes

But not you
No not you
Oh not you

It's a bright day and the children are dancing
And the mothers have new hairdos
I see it
There's a new sound and the beat is heavy
But the rhythm is simple
Can you hear it?
It goes like this

Oh it changes
But not you
No not you
Oh not you
Not you

everything changes


In the midst of the deepest winter, I finally realized that within me invincible summer…

A. Camus

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