“No Fear, My Dear” is a new bluesy humanist piano jazz kinda psychedelic soul torch song EPx19—a love letter inspired by and dedicated to the one and only Nina Simone, all strong women, and to the simple, not-so-radical idea that freedom only begins when fear ends 🕊️

EPx19 is a no BS BLOWsutra (Revolt Now) meditation, an agnostic prayer hour for truth, justice, & solidarity (for a world gone mad bananas)... yet another empathetic and courageous pep talk of light for dark times, to help our guts know, our hope grow, and our hearts glow  ❤️‍🔥

Side A (1-10) honors Nina's love for timeless acoustic bluesy piano jazz magic 🪄
Side B (11-19) indulges my love for psychedelic dub + indie folk + banjo blues + gipsy lofi experimental genres fusion  🏴‍☠️

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@bananasutra song #lyrics
 
[INTRO]
“I’ll tell you what freedom means to me…
No fear, my dear, freedom means no fear.”
And if my voice should tremble,
Let it ring loud and clear.

[VERSE 1 — “I Had a Dream”]
I had a dream we woke as one,
No hearts undone, no souls outrun.
A world where truths walked side by side,
And no one had to run or hide.

[VERSE 2 — Strong-Women]
My mother said, “Stand tall, my girl,
Don’t bend your fire to fit their world.”
She taught me souls can crack and break,
But dignity’s our own to make.

[HOOK]
No fear, my dear, the light inside us glows.
No fear, my dear, true spirit always knows.
No fear, my dear, freedom grows from our spark.
No fear, my dear, bow out their goddamn dark.

[VERSE 3 — Sound-as-Salvation]
Some pray in halls of dust and stone,
Some kneel where tired saints have gone.
But I find truth in rhythm’s rise,
Where basslines pull the dark to light.

[VERSE 4 — Mirror of the Times]
We watch the days grow mean and cold,
Let’s join our hands, and break that mold.
Let artists shine where lies appear,
Hold a mirror against the fear.

[BRIDGE]
If sorrow’s got you by the throat,
I’ve walked that road, I know that note.
Storm winds can strip us to the bone,
And still we rise, don’t feel alone.

They’ll call the truth a threat, a scar,
They’ll twist the past to dim a star.
But breathe, my love, hold your own mark.
Let freedom burn their toxic snark.

[HOOK]
No fear, my dear, the light inside us glows.
No fear, my dear, true spirit always knows.
No fear, my dear, freedom grows from our spark.
No fear, my dear, bow out their goddamn dark.

[OUTRO]
If your voice should tremble,
Let it tremble to the light.
No fear, my dear,
Let’s sing it through the night…

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Side A [07] No Fear, My Dear • BLOWsutra Revolt Now Dubby Bluesy Psychedelic Chanson Piano JAZZ

Side A [06] No Fear, My Dear • BLOWsutra Revolt Now Dubby Bluesy Psychedelic Chanson Piano JAZZ

Side B [11] No Fear, My Dear • BLOWsutra Revolt Now Dubby Psychedelic Folky BLUES

Fantasmas De La Razón is a breakbeat track built around Che Guevara’s UN speech, reimagined in a modern, melodic club context.

I wanted the feeling of Bicep’s "Apricot" and liquid breaks, but with the weight of history in the background. The voice sits like a distant broadcast, half memory, half warning, surrounded by pads, evolving arps and dusty percussion.

It is about ghosts of reason, political dreams that never completely disappear, and the strange comfort of dancing to something you do not fully understand, but still feel.

Fantasmas De La Razón

First you gotta feel it, can't pretend you're doing fine (hey!)
Say it plain: “When you did that, something tore inside”
Name the way it shook you, the story in your head
Write it down or whisper every heavy word unsaid
Then you ask your heartbeat, “Do I want us still to be?”
If it's, “Yes, I love you”—that's our step three
You're not here to punish, you're not here to make them pay
You're here 'cause you're still choosing—choosing to stay!

This isn't just release, it's making room to grow
Learning how to speak the wound and still not let go

Forgiveness isn't saying that the hurt was okay
It's telling them, “This cut me, but I want you to stay”
It's looking in their eyes and letting your guard bend
Saying, “I'm still here for us—not to win, but to mend!”
It's choosing to stay open even when you've been let down
That's how love (ba-da ba-da!) turns back around!

Find a time that's quiet when you both can really hear (c'mon!)
Say, “There's something on my heart, can we sit down here?”
Speak in simple “I” lines, not in “you always” fights
Like, “I felt really small that day, I cried that night”
Name the concrete moment—not their whole identity
What they did, how it landed, what it stirred up in me
Say, “I'm not attacking, I'm not trying to be right
I'm telling you this clearly so we step back to the light!”

Forgiveness isn't saying that the hurt was okay
It's telling them, “This cut me, but I want you to stay”
It's looking in their eyes and letting your guard bend
Saying, “I'm still here for us—not to win, but to mend!”
It's choosing to stay open even when you've been let down
That's how love (ba-da ba-da!) turns back around!

Now let them tell their story, let them finish every line
Listen past the voice that yells, “Defend! Deny! Rewind!”
Look for where they're sorry, where they simply couldn't see
How that one small moment pressed on an old injury
If they own what they have broken, let that matter, let it land
Say, “Thank you for hearing me and trying to understand”
Then make a small promise—one change you both can keep:
“I'll speak up sooner,” or “I'll be gentler when you're weak”
Some days you'll feel reopened, some days you'll want to hide
Those days take a breath and choose again to stand beside—

Forgiveness isn't saying that the hurt was okay!
It's choosing, “I'll stay open as I learn you day by day!”
It's reaching for their fingers when your body wants to freeze
Saying, “I forgive you—let's tend this love with care, please!”
It's holding onto “we” when “me-versus-you” gets loud
Letting anger lose its throne and step back from the crowd
It's turning toward each other when it's safer to turn away—
That's the art of letting go, that's the way back when you stay!

That's how love (ba-da ba-da!) turns back around!
That's how love (ba-da ba-da!) turns back around!

That's how love turns back around [free download]

I’m not just a body, I’m a living pattern
A spark in the network, a beat in the swarm
When I choose to care for the web that holds me
I become the force that keeps it all in form

I woke up feeling something
Like a drum inside my chest
Every heartbeat drawing lines
Between my choices and the rest

Every word becomes a signal
Every step becomes a thread
I can see the hidden wires
Where we’re woven, overhead

I’m not alone, I’m connected
Every edge is alive with light
When I move with intention
I can feel the whole world getting bright

I am the power, I am the spark
I am the signal in the dark
I am the pattern learning how
To hold the whole thing here and now

I am the power, I am the wave
I am the courage to behave
Like every heartbeat, every choice
Is one more life inside this voice

I am the power
I am, I am the power
I am the power
I am, I am the power

I see rivers made of people
Flowing through the city’s veins
Every kindness, every failure
Echoes out like gentle rain

When I stand for what sustains us
I’m not small, I’m not alone
I’m a node that keeps on giving
Back to more than I own

I’m not a king, not a victim
I’m an agent in the grid
I can heal the broken edges
With the little things I did

I am the power, I am the spark
I am the signal in the dark
I am the pattern learning how
To hold the whole thing here and now

I am the power, I am the wave
I am the courage to behave
Like every heartbeat, every choice
Is one more life inside this voice

I am the power
I am, I am the power
I am the power
I am, I am the power

When I rise up, others rise
We light the network, sky to sky
Edge to edge, we pass the flame
Different faces, same new name

Autonomous and interlinked
We are closer than we think
Every hand that reaches out
Turns our fear into a shout

We are the power, we are the flow
We are the roots that make it grow
We are the pattern, born to care
We are the force that keeps it there

I am the power in this beat
I am the rhythm under feet
I am the whisper in the crowd
Turning into something loud

I am the power, I am the spark
I am the signal in the dark
I am the pattern learning how
To hold the whole thing here and now

I am the power, I am the wave
I am the courage to behave
Like every heartbeat, every choice
Is one more life inside this voice

I am the power
I am, I am the power
I am the power
I am, I am the power

I am the power, we are the power
I am the power, we are the power…

I am the power [free download]

Un hymne de Michel Fugain. 
Merci aux invités : Cécile, Cissou, Thierry, Philippe d'avoir joint leurs voix à la mienne !  :)

Le chiffon rouge

165 BPM underground uprising
Ravers united. Concrete soaked in sweat.
The revolution has a kick drum.
🖤🏴‍☠️

Concrete Revolution

I'm building something I can't see yet
brick by brick, choice by choice
some days I lay them crooked
some days my hands are steady
and I'm learning that the architecture matters less
than whether I believed in the foundation

You asked me what I'm working toward
and I don't have an answer that sounds impressive
no corner office, no legacy
just the small accumulation of moments
where I chose the harder right thing
over the easier wrong one

I want a happy deathbed
I want to close my eyes without flinching
I want the tally of my days to add up
not to fortune
but to something I can hold without shame
a happy deathbed
that's the only finish line I'm running toward

My grandmother said regret tastes like metal
and I've had enough of that flavor
so now I'm asking different questions—
not "what will this get me?"
but "who will I be after I decide?"
and it's terrifying how simple that is

We're all just stacking our days like stones
some of us build walls
some of us build bridges
and you won't know which you've made
until you're too tired to lift another

I want a happy deathbed
I want to close my eyes without flinching
I want the tally of my days to add up
not to glory
but to something I don't have to justify
a happy deathbed
that's the whole point, isn't it?

So I'm choosing
again and again and again
even when no one's watching
especially when no one's watching
because the only witness that matters
is the one I'll be at the end

I want a happy deathbed
I want to close my eyes without flinching
no wealth, no monuments
just the quiet knowledge
that I tried to build something worth the space I took
a happy deathbed—
yeah, that'll do
that'll do just fine

brick by brick
choice by choice
that'll do

A String Of Choices [free download]

109RL - Utopie

… 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?

This is a collection of my ideas articulated by AI. Workflow: all music by Riffusion/Producer.ai. Most lyrics ChatGPT various versions.

Besides these songs there is a thinking/science project I started early 2025. I have been documenting this project online: https://github.com/albertjanvanhoek/Evolution-by-Emergence 

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♮ Fays:REM

Producer shaping liquid breakbeat and cinematic electronics.
Exploring memories of the past, the present and the future through warm pads, emotional rhythms and dream-like textures.
Based between Casablanca and Paris.

Contact: faystracks@gmail.com

//Come on, let's go deep and dark.
//Available on all streaming services

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