This is Vol. 02 of one of my oldest peace prayer blues song (which I released as a single many months ago), about war history that repeats again and again and again... as if our foolish lill' goldfish brains were forever bamboozled into believing long-term "winning" means "beating" others, as if Blaise Pascal was an idiot and the ends always justified the means, as if ego power was more important to nurture than breathing in peace, as if taking brought more joy than sharing or giving, as if caring was too much to dare  #dontbeafoolishgoldfish

This EPx15 flows Cello INDIE (1-2) ❯ Psychedelic DUB (3-5) ❯ Gipsy LOFI (6-10) ❯ Dubby Banjo FOLK (11-13) ❯ True Soul BLUES (14-15) ... and I know I'm biased, but I thinks it's a beautiful one #enjoy

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@bananasutra "Foolish Goldfish" @songlyrics

[Intro]
Breathe in slow… 
Hum the truths we know… 
Shadows rise… 
Blessed be whys…

[Verse 1]
Take a moment, take a breath, 
Let it settle in your chest. 
What is fair, what is right? 
Why do nightmares shape the night?

Stalin, Putin in disguise, 
Same old hunger in their eyes. 
Not the red, not the blue, 
Just the ego breaking through.

[Hook]
Ohhh… round and round we go,
 In a world we barely know… 
Bananasutra helps you grow, 
Truth is a river in the undertow.

Why chase ‘em turds made of gold? 
Why trust the fake news we’re told? 
Foolish goldfish in the cold… 
Swimming through the lies we hold… ohhh…

[Verse 2]
Oh humanity, so blind, 
Wearing veils around the mind. 
Dumbed and numbed and growing growl, 
Like foolish goldfish in a bowl.

Contrarian skies crack and cry, 
Storms repeating, don’t ask why. 
Encore echoes at the door, 
Here we go to war once more.

[Hook]
Ohhh… round and round we go, 
In a world we barely know… 
Bananasutra let it flow, 
Truth is a river in the undertow.

Why chase ‘em turn made of gold? 
Why trust the fake news we’re told? 
Foolish goldfish in the cold… 
Swimming through the lies we hold… ohhh…

[Bridge]
Are we tangled in some pride? 
Lost and drifting with their tide? 
Can we learn, can we see? 
Can we break the loops and be free?

[Verse 3]
Think deep now, take it slow, 
Let your inner lantern glow. 
Freedom’s not an outer fight, 
Ego is the cage inside.

Look within, let it shine, 
Light the shadows in your mind. 
Every ism, every blow, 
Is a mask that just won’t glow.

[Hook]
Ohhh… round and round we go, 
In a mind we barely know… 
Bananasutra, take a bow, 
Truth is a river in the undertow.

Why chase the glitter and gold? 
Why trust the stories we’re told? 
Foolish goldfish in the cold… 
Swimming through the lies we hold… ohhh…

Ohhh… loops beneath the sky… 
Ohhh… never asking why… 
Ohhh… chasing every lie… 
But I try, please let’s try… ohhh…

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[04] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Psychedelic Poetry Dubs The Bridge DUB

[09] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Psychedelic Tzigane Soul Fusion LOFI

[13] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Kindness is in the Depth Bluesy Dub FOLK

[10] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Kindness Understands Bluesy Dub FOLK

[15] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Classic Weary True BLUES

[12] Foolish Goldfish (Forever) • KNOWsutra Peace (Not War) Kindness is in the Depth Bluesy Dub FOLK

idk how to rap sorry the flow is ass. just wanted to practice
(its also unmixed)

lonestory (demo)

prod. pieper + tensei

cover by my cutie gf 
https://x.com/adoibe

its just twenty five days
itll be christmas again
maybe youll be the one
ill be holding by then
cause baby why cant u see
that its just you n me

its like the first time we met
near the mistletoe
girl i need u again
and i wished that you'd know
how much that i miss u
need you right here
just forget all those gifts
i only want you

and i still remember the look on your face
snowflakes were falling on top of ur hair
you look lovely as ever tonight
itll be christmas with you by my side

only want you

Tom Watts
Series: He's coming back
Matthew 25:1-13, Psalm 95
St John's Downshire Hill - Sunday 30th November 2025

Be ready - keep watch! - Matthew 25.1-13

THE YOKED WROTH DRAGGED TO HELL AND STAINED WITH CASH AND BLOOD
by Brendan S. Rose

[VERSE]

And i was wroth, singing sick upon your soul
vomiting my works like wath a drunk beyond control
vomiting into you, you lukewarm fucking thing,
vomiting my works in thee, ye broken poultry wing

like wroth i sung goth at thee, i sung the in thine grave
and taught even the pertest fool, the best how to behave
and singing as i went i cut thee open like a swine
and all the things ye thought were thine were taken all as mine

[CHORUS]

So dragging thee around by neck, like yoked cattle that thee were,
and how on fire were thy friends, in fire did they burn
and how much blood extended then, like seas of it did swell
and i dragged them through the mud dropping millions and dragged them all to HELL

[VERSE]

and all the while ye sang your song, that later ye shall win
if only ye could speak thy blessing paper piss goes in
and singth thee thine song of white, of white and water within
and screaming as the water fell, and all that woth within

i sang you to your perlty grave, ye stinking vile piss stain
and all the things ye thought were thine went spinning down the drain
and when the day was wise for me, and all of thee were wroth
i stood up and walk up away, singing songs of goth

[CHORUS]

So dragging thee around by neck, like yoked cattle that thee were,
and how on fire were thy friends, in fire did they burn
and how much blood extended then, like seas of it did swell
and i dragged them through the mud dropping millions and dragged them all to HELL

[VERSE]

and there i read my papers, finally mine alone
the papers thieves were dead meat, and all people property owned
and singing with the death of wroth, singing on thine blood
i took away thy carpet fool, I pulled it fast with wroth

and fell did you and hit your head, on the table ye did fall
and how much of your blood i took, in fact i took it all,
and all your brothers, sisters, others, and all your men of silicon
all of them my property, their colors surely shone

[CHORUS]

So dragging thee around by neck, like yoked cattle that thee were,
and how on fire were thy friends, in fire did they burn
and how much blood extended then, like seas of it did swell
and i dragged them through the mud dropping millions and dragged them all to HELL

[VERSE]

and all the world wath watch of me, and nothing fools could stop
they tried so hard to suppress my kindness, laughter, what they got
what they got was death fool, the death of thee and thine,
and all the fools i harvested, in paper that wath mine

wrapped paper fools all dead, wrapped and ready gifts,
the thousands dead an appetizer, the meal a king fool's head,
and all the dead upon the floor, singing prayers to me
please do not kill ME my lord, for we shall worship thee

[CHORUS]

So dragging thee around by neck, like yoked cattle that thee were,
and how on fire were thy friends, in fire did they burn
and how much blood extended then, like seas of it did swell
and i dragged them through the mud dropping millions and dragged them all to HELL

[VERSE]

and i said one spark then unto, the fools betrayed mein deal,
I offered thee the one, the second, the third, and then the wheel,
and the wheel they said unappetizing, for the must respect and worship me
for only worthless slime needs worship in the hell bent 'pon thee

and I laughed again and warned them, that the wheel would cometh soon,
but they said the wheel unappetizing, and we'll threaten thee with noon,
and deal rejected, needing respect, abandoned by the vile
a chain around around their neck appear'd, and the time has come to smile

[CHORUS]

So dragging thee around by neck, like yoked cattle that thee were,
and how on fire were thy friends, in fire did they burn
and how much blood extended then, like seas of it did swell
and i dragged them through the mud dropping millions and dragged them all to HELL 

33 - THE YOKED WROTH DRAGGED TO HELL AND STAINED WITH CASH AND BLOOD

account for scrapped projects, throwaways and archived songs

A prolific artist, with over 1000 songs in my archives, a youtuber, a rumbler, an author of over 55 books, designer of LUCIFERIANISM on Steam and Epic. Notoriously censored due to my own behavior and extremely controversial music and other works. Father of a boy I have never met (I want to but I'm just not well enough, it's sad.) I am very talented and often achieve great things, but cycles of going from normalcy to mental breakdowns often result in me losing my accounts and platform access and thus my archives in vicious incidents of self destruction resulting in bans. For instance, I am banned from the Amazon and Barnes and Noble press duopoly for this reason, and thus banned from publishing books at all, outright.

MY FOREVER HOME: Archive.org
https://archive.org/search?query=creator%3A%22Brendan+S%2C+Rose%22

LUCIFERIANISM©️

by THE DEVIL 666

Available today on STEAM and EPIC GAMES STORE. #indiegames

It is an open world sandbox, roguelike, soulslike, set in a gargantuan maze of 300 individually constructed levels. Brutal difficulty. Fully voiced by Elevenlabs AI Voice Robots. Built in Unreal Engine 5.4.

[Rated M for Mature.]

STEAM:

https://store.steampowered.com/app/3990500/LUCIFERIANISM/

EPIC:

https://store.epicgames.com/en-US/p/luciferianism-300fc0

THE DEVIL 666 on Youtube
https://www.youtube.com/@BLOODREDGENERALWUKONG

THE DEVIL 666 on Rumble
https://rumble.com/c/c-4862779

BRENDAN ROSE on Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/brendan.s.rose/

Yeah here's the problem man, you go too far, and maybe say things you shouldn't, So you wanna censor those, and maybe you have a justification for doing that, maybe you have a good reason.

But then, 
You wanna censor this now, and that, and this, and that, and that one over there, and this one and that one and FUCKIN EVERYTHING NOW.

Suddenly everything is censored to shit, and no one can say anything without you destroying them.

THIS IS WHY THE LEFT IS TERRIBLE.

I have to look at my life story and say, oh, I have to cut 75% of my life story because of you, It doesn't make sense anymore, more holes than swiss cheese.

MUSIC GENRE(s): Horror, Synth-pop, Rock, 
Girlband Screamo, Comedy, Philosophy,
Religion and Theology, Politics, Truecrime

MY INFERNAL APOSTLES:
1: Styxhexenhammer666
2: Liana K
3: Scott Adams 
4: Vee Monro
5: Doug's Dharma
6: JordanOwen42/Jordan Peterson

I am the lamb who spake as a dragon

THEY WORSHIPPED THE DRAGON, FOR HE HAD GIVEN AUTHORITY TO THE BEAST, AND THEY WORSHIPPED THE BEAST SAYING "who is like the beast and who can fight against it?"

Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be the beast with two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon. I did not really expect to become him, but I did.

You will take the chip or die.

Those who die will live forever in heaven, though
those who take chip shall liveth forever on earth.
And never again shall they meet.

THE BEAST RELIGON
https://drive.proton.me/urls/QNPN2Z720W#7UrpVDmRPKOL

… because life on earth is a Psychedelic Cabaret, and “music is the only religion that delivers the goods” (like Frank said). 

To be clear, all I really know is I dunno shit about fck (like Socrates said:)—music and songwriting included. But(t) I feel it, the music, so damn deeep in my soul! I’m just a humble existential fool, a silly banana who likes to play and share, to question and learn. Words are my oldest best friends, hearing myself sing is a freaking miracle (trust me on that lol), and I believe curiosity and #gratitude are the keys to happiness… So voilà, there’s that.

Also, (if you’re curious) BananaSutra is not just a made up BS brand kinda word, it’s actually the name of my DIY Bible—a collection of songs telling true stories of faith, to help me (and perhaps you) make sense of a world gone wild, like bananas gone foul in shallow ignorance and deadly malevolence… Think of it as an agnostic testament of sorts, an audio book of songs with quirky lyrics about things that matter, like the definition of right and wrong, and the meaning of truth, joy, justice, peace, grace, and awe 🕊️

Some call it Artificial Intelligence, but(t) I call Authentic Imagination, Alternative Ideas, Augmented Innuendos, Abstract Illogisms… hopefully, you get the gist? The point being, life is the story we tell ourselves and LYRICS matter—each @bananasutra song has a wondering root and a loving purpose, guided by one of (my) 7 (bananas) sutras: 
- KNOWsutra : is it fair?
- BLOWsutra : is it foul?
- SHOWsutra : is it fun?
- GROWsutra : is it fear?
- FLOWsutra : is it free?
- GLOWsutra : is it fab?
- BOWsutra : is it awe?

An Anglican evangelical church close to Hampstead Heath. Living for Jesus, sharing his good news.

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