Space satire gospel song inspired by The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, filtered through existential clarity, poetic resistance, and moral urgency... because when a prolife-ped0-rap!st-daddy(*) glitter-turd kings controls the Galaxy of Murica, it is fair to consider the new rule number one may be DO PANIC NOW, heh? 

And please forgive my dystopian French! I have no further comment. I'll just be here "frenching them fries like freedom lies" (lol), clearing out my long songs backlog... wrapped in #irony  ✝ ✝ ✝   whoop whoop ;)

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@banasutra lyrics:

This one started like this: 

Once upon a time, in the dark blues of lost souls galaxy ruled by fake freaks feeding in foxy gravy made of red folly and green envy, glitter turds bros stinking like low blow wow, bragging like old bling bros babbling bare babbles, wobbling in bouts of booya bulls yo posing like cocksure cows squabbling like pigs yapping like what bro, selling deep dub serving bland grub with free back rubs smiling like foul fools posing in navy suits, shady boots, nasty roots so stealthy stealing songs they never pass the bong, dressed to look  like in a book like they know why to grow, why winds flow, where lights glow, sounding like sly squeaky yucks, pry quacky ducks ducking around unsound bound to be louder than all others, oh my, brother, like faux dings can sing true sounding like a zoo of bozos, proud of d’oh, oh, no-nos, hustling that bling, wrestling bozos looking yellow yelling yolo like louder is like better boo wowzers  selling oils of the cha-ching, mocking birds coucous-a-gogo gleaning forever more fake lore of gore longing for dough losers in never ending shows worth zero bow and well, here we go… the new rule #1 is #dopanic now uh-oh... 

And, then it became this:

Once upon a time,
in the lost soul galaxy
where glitter-turd kings
ruled fools with gravy crowns,
and wisdom was traded
for views and shoes.

Do panic now.

Bragging bros in navy suits,
shady boots and shiny roots,
smilin’ wide through greased deceit,
serving bland truth
with a side of backseat.

Cocksure cows squabble loud,
posing proud in empty crowds,
deep dub drowned
in booya bulls—
bling babble, boom, and busted rules.

[Chorus]
Do panic now,
don’t wait for the Guide.
The meaning’s not 42—
it’s buried in the lies.

Wrap your towel tight—
it won’t save you now.
Do panic, darling—
bow to the wow.

Forty-two flavors of fools,
lickin’ lies off silver spoons.
Wearing truth like borrowed shoes,
reading scripts, not singing blues.

Soundin’ loud with preacher drool,
selling fake like sacred jewels.
Echoed gods in plastic halls,
can’t count truth,
but sure can crawl.

Dressing smart, hiding clues,
posing sharp, faking news.
Serving hot pies, pryin’ like spies,
frenching them fries
like freedom lies.

Squinty eyes lost the line,
squeaky brains baby-whine.
They spout quotes like they notes,
I blow smoke like hell no.

Tasting salt, nothing sweet—
that’s no go.
What a shit show.

[Chorus]
Do panic now,
don’t wait for the Guide.
Meaning’s not 42—
just shadows in disguise.

Wrap your towel tight—
it won’t save you now.
Do panic, darling—
bow to the wow.

What a shit show…
Do panic now. 

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* "daddy", fyi is a real world reference, to the latest Trump Superstore Hot Swag Super Sale, featuring a shirt with his favorite psycho face and the word DADDY in large letters underneath! #truestory


[03] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Bass Jazz INDIE

[06] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Gipsy LOFI

[04] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Bass JAZZ

[10] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - DUB

[09] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Jazz Hop LOFI

[11] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - DUB

[12] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Ragga DUB

[08] DO PANIC NOW - DO PANIC NOW - 42 Flavors of Fools - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - psyLOFI

[07] DO PANIC NOW - 42 Flavors of Fools - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - Indie LOFI

[13] DO PANIC NOW - Murica Galaxy Rule Number 1 - psyLOFI MANTRA

… 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?

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