This will favorite be my ish 🥰🥰🥰 been listening to this since foreverrrr

Ummmm just discovered this delightful creature a week ago. REPEAT is not even the definition of how I’ve been playing her songs. Damn!

Lyrics

V1:
What a perfect time to pay attention to the flowers
And how they dance for no one but the light,
and grow on their own time,
don’t that just sound nice.

Cause I don’t wanna waste away when
my spirits called to more than concrete spaces.
And I hear Mother Nature calling me back home when I need serenity
and a space to breath

Hook:
So I keep on running,
Running back to the water.
Running,
Running back to the water.

V2:
Oh sometimes I lose my focus,
and I forget where I’m going
man it gets dark sometimes, but it don’t feel like night
When theres no stars up in the sky,
and unfamiliar voices under city lights.

I don’t wanna fade away when
my soul is made for more than expectations.
And I hear Mother Nature calling me back home when I need serenity
and a space to breath

Hook:
So I keep on running,
Running back to the water.
Running,
Running back to the water.

Credits:

Written by Laura Roy and Geordan Reid Campbell
Produced by Laura Roy and Geo Jordan
Mixed/mastered by 12 Dots

"This is the first single from my upcoming EP 'TIDES'. I grew up in Nova Scotia, a small province on the east coast of Canada, where they have the highest tides in the world. The tides come in and out roughly twice a day and the waters travel 280 km (174 miles) of shoreline to the head of the Bay where, in the Minas Basin, the height of the tide can reach 16 meters (53ft).

I grew up a country girl, in rural Canada. All of my friend’s families were farmers, so I was running around in chicken barns, pork farms, cow farms and also spent a lot of time working in apple orchards and vineyards. As a kid growing up, there was such much to learn from nature. There are four very distinct seasons, that all have lessons to teach and incredible beauty to offer, but one thing that is constant is the tide. Nova Scotia has the highest tides in the world. They come in and out roughly twice a day and the waters travel 280 km (174 miles) and can reach 16 meters (53ft) in height. It’s a magical thing to look out at the ocean at high tide, and then watch it disappear until its as if there was no ocean there to begin with. It was just the norm for me as a kid. As I grew into my 20’s and moved further away from home, spent more time in cities I became more and more disconnected from nature, and possibly from myself, which I suppose is what you’re meant to do in your 20’s. But how ironic that we often need to lose the “idea of ourself” to find out the essence of who we really are and often it’s not that far away from where we began. I guess that’s the full circle we see often in life. Funny enough for me, it wasn’t until I moved to London, UK that I fully began to settle into myself, all while constantly developing, discovering and growing.

This project is kinda my ode to my home, Nova Scotia. It’s about my own self discovery and experiences at this point in my life. It’s very introspective and personal. I touch a lot on nature themes, life & death, family. Water is me telling myself to slow down. “What a perfect time to pay attention to the flowers”. Be more in tune with myself, with nature, with the universe. To focus on what’s important and knowing when to take a break and reconnect with mother nature. Every time I fall a bit too far off track, it’s like nature or “home” is calling me back to re-set."

Water

6. 4 A Minute Ft Christian Crosby And Safa Prod. Jazzy Jeff

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. 💌

—
@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. 🪽


[15] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) - GROWsutra Tzigane Arabesk Soul Peace Fusion Gipsy INDIE

Written, produced and recorded by JNE. © 2016

UP REMIX: https://soundcloud.com/jadanycoleellise/astral-plane-chase

Incense, amethyst and vinyls on my nightstand
I light a candle in remembrance
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo now I'm burning sage
Doing all I can to keep the pain away
I don't stay pressed but I will confess
you do stay on my mind but this time I must resist

I'm up thinkin' 'bout you.
Thinkin' 'bout you.
I'm up thinkin' 'bout you.
You.

I made a cup of chamomile to send me out
Done my meditation so my candle's burned out
I roll over in bed try to rest my head
And suddenly I hear your voice and I feel your hands
No
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo now I'm burning sage
doing all I can to keep the pain away
The longer I stay up the more I pray
that memories of you and I will fade away

I'm up thinkin' 'bout you.
Thinkin' 'bout you.
I'm up thinkin' 'bout you.
You.

I smoked my last gram
Said my last chant
But I'm still right here thinkin' 'bout you
Seems like my rituals won't do to get rid of you so I'll be up all night
So what is there to do
I guess I'll watch cartoons

SiO2

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