Time With You

all of a sudden

being lonely

Sanity's sake

breakfast at a funeral

breakfast at a funeral (sad version)

"yeah yeah" began as a commitment to write a song first thing in the morning. I had the Camptown Races melody stuck in my head, so rather than bat it away, I leaned into it. I played it into a looping pedal on electric guitar and proceeded to add layers until the melody was unrecognizable. I took out the Camptown Races melody and there it was, a new idea from an old one. After adding percussive samples taken from my dryer, I wrote the melody and lyrics. It was my first attempt at writing a song about sex. I wanted to harness those feelings of seeing someone new and falling for them, the rush of nerves and sexual tension, the warmth of lying together naked, the natural rhythms of sex. It was tricky to write. It couldn't be too descriptive or vague. I think I pulled it off.

yeah yeah

Home

With You In Mind

Headspace

Freaking Out

grateful

Marginalia

Sore Loser

Letting It Unfold

Final Dance

Halfway

Boys Who Kiss You in Their Car

Fair opinion-gone-banana-peel of the day: white pedantic racist immigrant wannabe elitist antiantifa hypocritical dude(s) who dare deny racism is a core cause of injustice = one more reason why Murica is a hopeless deadly stoopid toxic sh!thole bigotracy... #deepbreath

"So, What Is Racism?" EPx17 flows Dub ❯ Jazz ❯ Blues 

@bananasutra lyrics: 

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 1]
Is it when you clutch your purse on the late-night train?
Or when the résumé gets tossed for the “wrong” last name?
Is it system-made, or just “a couple bad dudes”?
Or is it brunch talk, served with fair-trade food?

What if you laugh at a meme, but it cuts like a blade,
Would you still call it harmless, or truth in the shade?
If color’s just skin, why’s the history so loud?
Why the silence when the wrong ones speak too proud?

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Verse 2]
Is it subtle like perfume in a Sunday crowd,
Or heavy like a cop’s knee pressing too loud?
Is it “I don’t see race”, but you kinda still do?
Or is it blaming all the problems on “a chosen few”?

Would you trade your skin just to borrow their shoes?
Walk the block, pay the rent, get stopped with no clues?
If fairness was real, would you lose your place?
Or would equality feel like you’re in second place?

[Bridge] 
What’s the weight of a word when it’s not meant for you?
What’s the cost of the dream when it don’t come true?
If justice is blind, why she peeking through her mask?
Here’s a question, baby, don’t be scared to ask.

[Hook]
Tell me, tell me, is it in the mirror?
Or hiding in the jokes when the room gets clearer?
If love’s universal, why you drawing them lines?
Bananasutra asking questions, messing with your mind.

[Outro]
So what is racism, honey, is it yours, is it mine?
Or just a ghost in the closet we pretend’s benign?
Keep on asking, keep peeling the skin,
’Cause the fruit gets sweeter when the truth kicks in

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[14] So, What Is Racism? KNOWsutra Gipsy Dub JAZZ

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