Retro Soul track taken from our upcoming album 'Soul Man'
A collection of 9 Original Songs, with a timeless feel.
Releasing on ALL PLATFORMS 6th November 2025

I got it wrong

Wonderful Love

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Acoustic guitar, blues voice and life character

Bigger Than You Realise

[Intro]
Yeah… uh-huh…
You want love? (uh)
I kiss you (mmm)
Taste you (yeah)
Hold you tight (come closer)
Tonight…
You gon’ forget your name.

[Verse 1]
You don’t know what’s up, what’s down, what’s right,
I take you places where you lose your sight.
You feel that heat, it’s creepin’ inside,
Ain’t no escape — we blur that line.

You say “baby,” but you don’t mean words,
We speak in touch, that’s what’s heard.
I peel your layers, truth exposed,
Ain’t no mask — just what you chose.

Unchained, untamed, no shame, no law,
You want the thrill? I give you raw.
No cage, no chain, no blame, no name,
Just two souls caught in the flame.

[Chorus]
I kiss you ‘til you can’t recall, (uh-huh)
What’s up, where’s down, where’s start, where’s all.
I taste you, hold you, never let go, (never, never)
Tonight, I’ll make you forget your name. (oh yeah)

[Verse 2]
Say my name or make one up,
Lose your breath, I’ll fill your cup.
No talk, no sound, no shout, no doubt,
I’m takin’ you in ‘til the lights go out.

World flip, heart skip, that fire insane,
Can’t label this, can’t call the flame.
It’s primal, vital, no need to define,
Nine doors open — you cross that line.

Pulse racin’, body in trance,
This ain’t love — it’s high romance.
You fallin’, I’m risin’, we both divine,
Two lost souls, perfectly aligned.

[Pre-Chorus]
You want love? (uh-huh) I’ll give you more,
No tomorrows, no keepin’ score.
Ain’t nobody know what’s here, (shhh)
We sinkin’ deeper, deeper than fear. (oh baby)

[Chorus]
I kiss you ‘til you can’t recall, (ah)
What’s up, where’s down, where’s start, where’s all.
I taste you, hold you, never let go, (never let go)
And I’ll make you forget your name. (forget it, forget it)

[Bridge – slow, ethereal vibe / half-sung rap]
No clocks, no doors, no time defined,
Just skin on skin, your breath on mine.
Frozen moment, eyes don’t lie,
We both lost — we don’t need why.

[Outro]
Yeah… I’ll make you…
Forget your name.
Nothing left but joy,
Just flame, just us, just now.
(uh-huh… mmm… fade out…) 


Forget your Name (High Romance)

Heartbreak Alert: my mother passed away in 2020 and me giving up on music because of my "bad face" disappointed her more than anyone. When she passed, I couldn't cry, she wouldn't let me. She filled my head with melodies. And that's when I began writing all these songs I'm bombarding you with. No one will ever love me like that woman, I'd never belonged to anyone before.... For me the process always starts with a melody and a simple phrase, in this case... "Where do I belong if it ain't beside you...?" This is raw, unfinished, and hurts to share, but I thought I'd take a break to honor the source material ahead of her birthday. =)

Where Do I Belong If It Ain't Beside You

icy-i

Deep End

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. 🪽


[18] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) • Gipsy Peace Duende Soul Fusion INDIE LOFI

Better Apart Than Broken Together

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

I Ain't Your Angel, Honey

Old-school velvet, new-school voltage. Twelve tracks follow a charming thief through speakeasies, rooftops, and one last gamble for love. Distorted brass, walk-bass, vinyl crackle, and crowd shouts—built for late nights and louder speakers.
#ElectroSwing #EDM #Trap #CinematicPop #NoirPop #HeistStory

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tbdm.

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