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When brutal force is normalized, we the people are dehumanized. Please don't let 'em power hungry cowards stampede our peace with greedy double-standards and manipulative lies, because peace is everything... and being honest, vulnerable, and fair is being brave. 

Ça je le sais, dans mon coeur. Et le rêve qui m'anime, il est fait de paix et d'amour sans peur.

Artistic expression is my Force Douce. And it ain’t a skill, or an asset, it’s a gift, to you and me! 
Making music ain’t about ego, nor fame, or #godforbid money, #corporatebranding or #copyrights it ain’t even really about hard work, nor what buttons one pushes, or what strings one plucks—it is about intentional exploration, about pulling the invisible yet super awesome magic strings only brave pure loving #souls dare to share, as we leap forward, trusting we’re all here to learn aka evolve, grateful we’re all born equal, as divinely mighty as fragile, i.e. #human 💌

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“La Force Douce” @bananasutra #lyrics en Français: 

[Couplet 1]
Il faut être bien malheureux 
pour semer la douleur sans raison,
pour étouffer la lumière d’un cœur 
par simple trahison.

Mais moi j’ai vu que la paix, 
c’est pas la fuite ni la peur,
c’est un feu tranquille, 
un courage qui guérit nos rancœurs.

[Pré-refrain]
Ils disent que la bonté c’est faible, 
moi je dis c’est divin,
regarde les rivières: 
elles creusent la pierre, 
sans jamais lever la main.

[Refrain]
Bananasutra 
chante la force douce,
celle qui choisit d’aimer 
quand tout s’écroule autour.

Bananasutra, 
les âmes justes avancent nues,
intègres, vulnérables, 
mais debout jusqu’au bout.

[Couplet 2]
Il faut être bien audacieux 
pour parler vrai sans armure,
montrer ses cicatrices 
comme des fleurs sous la blessure.

Justice, ce n’est pas la vengeance, 
c’est l’équilibre des vents,
où chacun gagne en donnant, 
où l’humain devient vivant.

[Pont]
Quand le monde crie “gagne seul”, 
je réponds “gagnons ensemble”,
le futur n’est pas une guerre, 
c’est un chant qu’on assemble.

L’amour n’est pas dangereux, 
c’est la seule loi qui sauve,
et la tendresse, 
c’est l’arme des braves.

[Refrain]
Bananasutra, dans le feu des jours,
tu gardes la foi, tu redonnes l’amour.
Bananasutra, même au bord du monde,
ta paix rayonne, et jamais ne succombe.

[Outro]
Il faut être bien pernicieux 
pour punir sans comprendre,
mais il faut être divinement fou 
pour continuer d’aimer tendre.

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"The Gentle Force” lyrics in English (unedited AI translation, for the curious :)

[Verse 1]
You have to be very unhappy
To sow pain for no reason,
To stifle the light of a heart
By simple betrayal.

But I saw that peace,
It's not flight or fear,
It's a quiet fire,
A courage that heals our grudges.

[Pre-crorus]
They say that goodness is weak,
I say it's divine,
Look at the rivers:
They dig the stone,
Without ever raising your hand.

[Chorus]
Bananasutra
Sings the gentle force,
The one who chooses to love
When everything collapses around.

Bananasutra,
The righteous souls advance naked,
Honest, vulnerable,
But standing until the end.

[Verse 2]
You have to be very bold
To speak the truth without armor,
Show your scars
Like flowers under the wound.

Justice is not revenge,
It's the balance of the winds,
Where everyone wins by giving,
Where the human becomes alive.

[Bridge]
When the world shouts "win alone",
I answer "we win together",
The future is not a war,
It's a song that we put together.

Love is not dangerous,
It's the only law that saves,
And tenderness,
It's the weapon of the brave.

[Chorus]
Bananasutra, in the fire of days,
You keep the faith, you give back the love.
Bananasutra, even at the edge of the world,
Your peace radiates, and never succumbs.

[Outro]
You have to be very pernicious
To punish without understanding,
But you have to be divinely crazy
To continue to love tender.

[03] La Force Douce - French GROWsutra Gipsy Flamenco Duende Chanson INDIE

On the Porch isn’t just a record, it’s a conversation. It’s the sound of old souls and weathered hands, of stories told long after midnight under a sky full of stars. It’s music played on borrowed instruments, with creaking floorboards for percussion and a rusted steel guitar crying in the background. It’s imperfect on purpose, because so is life.

This album is about the roads that shaped us, the ones we chose and the ones that chose us. It’s about scars that never quite fade and memories that refuse to leave. It’s about love that breaks us and saves us, wars fought far from home and battles fought deep within, about grief we carry and grace we try to find along the way.

This isn’t a polished studio album meant for neon lights and perfect mixes. It’s the sound of boots on a wooden porch, of a low, raspy voice telling the truth because there’s no reason to lie anymore. It’s a celebration of the beauty in imperfection and a reminder that some of life’s greatest songs are the ones played simply, honestly, and without apology.

So pull up a chair. Pour something strong. And sit with us a while because every note, every word, and every story here was meant to be shared on the porch.

Piper in the Distance

Dance With Me

We never planned to release this.
These songs were just for us, little moments that sat on hard drives and notebooks, never really meant to leave the room. But after a while, it started to feel wrong keeping them hidden.

The Collection isn’t a greatest hits or a polished project. It’s the story of where we’ve been, caught in all its rough edges and quiet mistakes. Some songs are years old, while others seem to have come out of nowhere. Together, they make up everything that’s brought us here.

We didn’t mean for this to be an album. But here we are.


Sacred Sky

Outro

🔻 Song Insight
What’s Left To Love captures the moment when devotion collapses into disillusionment. It’s a stripped confessional where love’s ruin becomes a quiet reckoning—one voice, one 12-string guitar, and the echo of what used to matter. Every breath feels recorded from inches away, like an afterthought whispered into an empty room. The song wrestles with identity and worth after betrayal, blurring the line between what’s real and what was performed.

🔻 Lyrics

Intro:
Instrumental

Verse 1:
What I had, you’d take—
It’s not what you say,
It’s in my pain,
Your praise to your fame.

Interlude:
12-string acoustic


Bridge:
Dying by your hands,
Fighting to be free,
Nothing inside,
No longer me.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
Left me to my own,
You saw my bones,
Tighten this noose,
No longer I was of use.

Verse 2:
You pull at my flesh,
I hand you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain:
You left your name inside my scars.

Chorus:
Hate me—the parts I lost,
Hate you—what was us,
Broken—what was inside,
Taken—hope that died.

Interlude:
12-string acoustic

Verse 3:
You stole the one thing I’d known,
Parts that made me real,
My heart that bleeds,
A reason to feel.

Bridge:
I looked for you in your eyes,
Nothing looking back,
Blank memories is all I’d see.

Pre-Chorus:
I wanted you to care,
My insides you tare.

Chorus:
You pull at my flesh,
Handed you what’s left,
You spit in my eye,
As blood soaked your lies.

Refrain (fading):
Your voice still breathes inside my scars.

Outro:
The cost of gold—you’ll never know,
The pain—you’d never feel,
It’s lost on you, this screenplay,
Full of what’s left to lose.

Refrain:
The cost of pain lost on you,
Lost on you,
Lost on you.

🔻 Personal Reflection
There’s a point where you stop fighting to be understood and start singing to survive. What’s Left To Love came from that edge—the silence after everything breaks. I wanted to capture the moment the performance ends, when all the noise falls away and you realize you’ve been playing your part in someone else’s story.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
This track represents 4Me2BeFree’s dedication to vulnerability over perfection. It blurs the line between confessional art and cinematic intimacy—songs built from truth, recorded in emotional close-up. What’s Left To Love is the sound of rediscovery, where pain transforms into presence and raw honesty replaces production gloss.

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What’s Left To Love

A quiet, cinematic folk piece built around the question of what a poppy’s colour truly means. Gentle strings and acoustic tones carry a poem of memory, sacrifice, and the weight we still carry. A reflection on war, loss, and the colours we choose to hold. Lets not fight over the colour !!

THE COLOUR OF A POPPY

(a rewrite from James.1: 12-18. KJV 1611) 

Dont miscalculate beloved, 
my brethren.
Every good gift, 
all perfect gifts 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love

Blessed 
is the man 
´whom endureth temptation: 
for when he is tried, 
he´ll receive´s the crown
promised to all them 
that love him.

no man when strugle, must say 
I am seduced of God: 
for God cannot be tempted with evil, 
´Neither tempteth He anyone

But every one when tempteth,  enticed -
,is so of his own lust,
And Then when the lust hath conceived, 
it's bringeth forth sin: 
and the sin, when it is finished, 
It is bringeth forth death.
. (nooh nooh)
(it Is bringeth forth death..)

Dont miscalculate!
my beloved brethren.
dearest Sisters
Every good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love (the Father of light)

IN Him theres no shifting, or no shadows of change
He is the same yesterday, forever and today
He wont give us a stone when we ask for a bread ‘
To deliver us out of our eternal distress 
He gave His sole Son to the all certain death
Of his own will begat he us 
with the word of truth, 
 so that we should be the chosen firstfruit

Dont miscalculate!
 beloved, my brethren.
¨(dearest Sisters)-
Every singel good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of light- (The father of love)

IN Him theres no shifting, or no shadows of change
He is the same yesterday, forever and today
Of his own will begat he us 
with the word of truth, 
 so that we should be the chosen firstfruit 
--of His creatures.

Dont miscalculate
my beloved brethren. 
Every good gift, 
every perfect gift 
comes down from above,
from the Father of love (hmmmmm)
He gave His sole Son to the all certain death...
...so that we should be the chosen firstfruit

Temptation

Ingram & The DayDreamers is a focused collection of Tyler Ingram’s strongest writing so far — songs built from real work, late nights, and a clear sense of direction. The album reflects how Ingram builds music: starting with rough ideas, shaping them into full pieces, and guiding the band through each arrangement. Every part, the ukulele lines, guitar patterns, string moments, drum choices- is placed with intention.

This isn’t just a band playing along.
It’s Ingram steering the creative vision while The DayDreamers turn those ideas into something fuller and more alive. The album even includes one seasonal track, a rendition of Silent Night, Ingram’s personal favorite, folded in naturally without breaking the flow of the record.

Overall, it’s the clearest look yet at Ingram’s style and the band’s ability to elevate it.

Don't Leave Yet

Caravans in the Moonlight (ft. Luna Verite)

The DayDreamers are a college band that started in dorm rooms and late-night jam sessions. We make honest songs about growing up, messing up, and figuring it out as we go. Nothing fancy—just real music from real students trying to make something that feels true.

Don't Leave Yet

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