Please trust my shame ain’t tiny, ha... It is in fact overwhelmingly sickening. 

But(t) the very foundation of my faith requires such (true American Horror) Stories be told; this song exists because see, to live in #peace, we must first agree on Rights & Wrongs. This is what #KNOWsutra and #BLOWsutra are about… History matters, the facts in question facts simply cannot be denied, ignored, nor forgotten, and a song is a witness that cannot be suicided. 

And I mean, OH BOY, what a trifecta of wrongs we have here: felon elite protection, rape convict culture, and now, some good old underage loving too (not to mention child trafficking) heh!? Enough said. I'll just never ever understand why Murica allows a convicted rap¡st to lead the nation, to say the least. And wow, cognitive dissonance is such a freaking b!tch. But(t) now, more importantly, please note: 

#PSA : the very safety of American women—no matter their age—is officially under great predatory threats 🚨🚨🚨
So, please be kind, please be smart, please remember, we MUST speak up against those Making America Abusive Again... while we still can!

--
@bananasutra lyrics: 

Pedo Nation (Felon Nation Redux)

Is Murica hopeless
bamboozled, breathless? 
A failed state of “greatness” 
Built on pain and faithless.

Where truth gets gagged, 
and justice sleeps, 
While predators smile 
with secrets they keep.

This is a song for the silenced girls
Trauma wrapped in ribbons and pearls. 
Private jets to secret places, 
Rich old men with masked faces.

Classified flights, 
Blackmail nights, 
Rooms of doom 
and paid-off rights.

[Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Where daddies buy their alibis. 
Pedo nation! 
Where the truth gets buried when witnesses die.

Famous men with tiny shame, 
Hiding behind their power and fame. 
Fraudsters, rapists, billionaires
Teflon-slick and justice-impaired.

Felons rigging rules they wrote,
Trafficking kids like trading notes. 
Consent erased, replaced with lies
Pussy-grabbing crowned as wise.

They groom, they gaslight, 
Then grin on TV. America, 
land of the free... 
...for predators with impunity.

[Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Golden showers, hush campaigns. 
Pedo nation! 
Where every death smells like Epstein's name.

When daddy’s horny, he plays the king
A tantrum, a mistress, another hush ring.
A girl goes missing, a story gets blurred, 
Another name redacted, another truth unheard.

This ain't a metaphor. 
It’s blackmail and bribes. 
It’s teenage bodies
on Lolita flights.

It’s dungeons of silence, 
and dollars for pain. 
A nation that worships 
the predators’ name.

[Final Chorus]
Pedo nation! 
Built on secrets, greed, and shame. 
Pedo nation! 
Where justice dies to protect their name.

No shame, no blame
just hush and fame. 
Classified sins in a gilded frame.


[07] PEDO Nation • Hide Your Pets Country BANJO

[05] PEDO Nation • Hide Your Pets Country BANJO

[04] PEDO Nation • Hide Your Pets Country BANJO

[13] PEDO Nation • High Drum Prayer MANTRA

Banjo Brass Boulevard Jazz Band

Slick Shoes Trumpet Blues Upbeat swing jazz

Pyramiderna

This piece was made using a tutorial I found on YouTube. The tutorial said I had to make sure my piece was syncopated (notes were not all playing at the same time; they are placed also on half beats as well as beats). The song he made in the tutorial sounded like a chicken playing a banjo (no offense to the creator of the video; I have nothing against banjo-playing chickens).My piece has little syncopation; as a result, it does not sound like a chicken playing a banjo -alfred morrison
 
I couldn't find the exact video again, but here is the channel:
https://www.youtube.com/@EDMTips

not banjo chiken

[Verse 1]
I was driving down Route 22, under a sky so black and wide,
Just me and that voice from the dashboard, my only guide.
It said, "Turn left in 500 feet," so I followed its command,
But I didn't see the water 'til the tires hit the sand.

[Chorus]
The GPS told me to turn into a lake,
I trusted its wisdom, that was my mistake.
Now I'm standing in the shallows, my truck's gone to the deep,
Guess blind faith in a machine ain't the promise it keeps.

[Verse 2]
I called up my buddy, said, "You won't believe this tale,"
He laughed so hard, I thought he'd bust his old seat rail.
"Technology's grand," he said, "but you still need eyes,
Or you'll end up like you, with a truck baptized."

[Chorus]
The GPS told me to turn into a lake,
I trusted its wisdom, that was my mistake.
Now I'm standing in the shallows, my truck's gone to the deep,
Guess blind faith in a machine ain't the promise it keeps.

[Bridge]
The tow truck driver shook his head, said, "Son, you're not the first,
These fancy gadgets lead folks straight into the worst."
He pulled my truck from the water, dripping shame and regret,
And I vowed to use my own eyes, on that you can bet.

[Verse 3]
Now I tell this story to anyone who'll hear,
About a man and his truck, and his misguided fear.
I put too much trust in that cold, digital tone,
When the truth was always out there, clear and shown.

The GPS Told Me to Turn into a Lake

Masterpiece

Writer of songs. Chaser of dreams. Eater of Taco Bell. Probably barefoot.

Under the name CREATIVINE, Eric ROSK creates and signs original music pieces for visual media. With over 350 original works registered with SACEM, he brings the expertise of a seasoned professional composer and producer to the evolving world of sound.

Eric began his career working with magnetic tape in some of the most renowned studios in Paris, before becoming one of the first in France to adopt computer-based music production (DAW systems). Always at the forefront of technological evolution, he has continuously adapted his creative tools to match the times.

Today, drawing from his rich background, he explores new artistic directions through AI-assisted composition and orchestration, blending human emotion with algorithmic precision to build a unique, emotion-driven music library for film, documentary, advertising, and interactive media.

👉 Do not hesitate to get in touch for the creation of a custom repertoire tailored to your production needs.

… 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?

Just a producer who likes to slow things down and reverb them
my boi alfred make the songs i just edit them and post them so sub it him he is the goat

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