Between the beats

LTrain keeps rolling at the Arena

40 Years in Minutes in the House

If Only

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. 🪽


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

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

Cradle & Crowbar

[Verse 1]
Feet on the ground but my head’s still spinning,
Coffee and sunlight, a brand-new beginning.
Snapping my fingers to the pull of the day,
Every step’s a rhythm that won’t fade away.

[Pre-Chorus]
Sky’s got a groove, and the earth keeps time,
Every heartbeat plays a perfect line.

[Chorus]
Gravity has sound —
You can hear it when you fall,
Like a bassline deep and round,
It’s got a rhythm for us all.
When the world pulls you down,
Just dance across the ground —
’Cause gravity, yeah, gravity has sound.

[Verse 2]
Coins in my pocket keep time as I walk,
The street hums low while the pigeons talk.
Windows sing back to the echo of jazz,
Every note reminds me how good life has.

[Pre-Chorus]
Sky’s got a groove, and the air’s alive,
We’re orbiting in sync, we thrive.

[Chorus]
Gravity has sound —
You can hear it when you fall,
Like a bassline deep and round,
It’s got a rhythm for us all.
When the world pulls you down,
Just dance across the ground —
’Cause gravity, yeah, gravity has sound.

[Bridge]
Spin me faster, I don’t mind,
Let the melody unwind.
Every fall’s a chance to fly,
With music holding up the sky.

[Final Chorus]
Gravity has sound —
It’s the groove beneath your feet,
The beat that keeps you bound,
To every heart you meet.
When the pull comes around,
We’ll turn it into sound —
’Cause gravity, yeah, gravity has sound.

Lost hours

On the afternoon of the Nile

Sofa, kids, Alan Watts is a concept album about waking up from the version of your life you were taught to want.

From existential teenage philosophy, to invisible contracts, to the matrix of other people’s expectations… the album follows the collapse of every identity I tried to build, and the quiet strength that emerged underneath it.

It’s a journey through behaviourism, ambition, ego, money, mirrors, boundaries, and finally — the place Alan Watts was pointing to all along: the simple, ordinary miracle of being here.

Across glitch-folk, alt-electronica, whispered mantras and domestic clarity, this album charts the slow shift from “fixing myself” to “seeing what’s what.”

No masks.
No heroics.
Just the truth that survived the noise.

Made with the Quantum Me process — one breath, one insight, one song at a time.

Thank you for listening.
Take me home.

The cut

Eternal Carousel – a 3/4 maloya-tinged downtempo waltz. Reverb-drenched nylon guitar spins minor-key arpeggios over ghostly pads, pulsing upright bass, and hushed Afro-Arab vocalisations.

A couple locked together so long they can’t tell heaven from hell — still riding the same haunted carousel, still confessing, still spellbound.

“Don't look a horse in the mouth 
Or a dead man in the eye 
Don't ever stare into the sun 
Well is dry ... it's bone dry”

Eternal Carousel V1

Synaesthseizure
Collective ritual fusing human & machine to summon The Archipelago.
Residents arrive when the reverb is deep.

Eternal Carousel V1

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