Name: Cypress Shade by The Swamp Tones
Duration: 3 min 29 s
Description: “Cypress Shade” drifts through the haunted hush of the Low Country, where roots twist like old ghosts and the river remembers every sin. With deep swamp-blues tones, gravelly vocals, and a slow, humid groove, The Swamp Tones paint a world of moonlight, moss, and reckoning. It’s a story of wandering souls and whispered fates — a song that moves like fog over still water.

Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

I've been walking down these empty streets,
Where your laughter used to be.
You said forever, now you're gone,
Tell me where did we go wrong?

I see the pictures on the wall,
Smiling faces, now they fall.
Did I lose you, did I break?
Or was it love that was a fake?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

Every road just leads to you,
But the signs are torn in two.
If I could turn back all the time,
Would you still be mine?

I hear your voice, it's getting faint,
Memories painted, starting to fade.
Tell me, baby, is this the end,
Or can we learn to love again?

I want to feel what love is,
Girl, you promised forever.
Now you lost faith in me,
Was this all a game, girl?

I need to know what love is,
You need to show me, girl,
That you will love me forever,
Even when I'm not at my best.

I know I made mistakes before,
But I won’t run, not anymore.
If there’s a chance to make this right,
I’d fight for you with all my life.

Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Do you still believe in my name?
If love is real, don’t let it die,
Take my hand and give us time.

If you walk away, take my heart,
Leave me broken, torn apart.
But if there's a chance, don’t let go,
Let me love you, let it grow.

I want to feel what love is,
I won’t give up, I won’t let go.
If there's still fire in your heart,
Baby, let it start to show.

I need to know what love is,
I’ll prove to you that love is real.
If you just give me one last chance,
I’ll never let you go again.
Tell me, girl, do you feel the same?
Or has love just slipped away?

Feel What Love Is (Revised)

I mourn peace and freedom. I mourn checks and balances, and the democratic consensus. I mourn every innocent victim of war—every child, every dream crushed by every tyrant. How could I not? How can you not?

Being pro-people and pro-peace isn’t being anti-anyone, it’s refusing to let pain justify cruelty. I love my Jewish friends, but I also mourn the moral consensus we once called “Never Again.” Because safety matters—yours, mine, theirs, ours. Everyone’s safety matters… That’s why my heart can’t stop singing and praying for world peace. I’m not anti-anyone. I’m anti-dehumanization. My hope is that the Jewish story can end in healing, not repetition. 

I can’t help but hope… because I believe we can protect each other without inflicting new wounds. Empathy isn’t a zero-sum game; it’s what makes us human! It’s what helps us survive and thrive as one earthly, democratic tribe. In fact, empathy is the ultimate weapon against evil! That is exactly why those who cannot feel it try to divide and conquer by calling empathy weak or dangerous.

Simone Weil wrote: “Imaginary evil is romantic; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren.” So when I hear friends glorify revenge to justify genocide, I weep… as if trauma could explain violence because it gives despair a proud story; as if moral drama, fueled by hubris, could heal the multigenerational void of helplessness left by past and future trauma. When a pacifist says “no more heroes, no more villains, just humans,” it’s treated as a threat, as if “you’re with us or against us” were unquestionable truth. 

But Nietzsche warned that those who fight monsters must be careful not to become them, and Hannah Arendt reminded us that fear of being a victim can make us accept the role of the oppressor. Real humanism doesn’t erase trauma, it transcends it! Pacifism isn’t naïve; it’s a radical commitment to ending the cycle of identification with force. 

Winning means grounding ourselves in moral coherence. Life is sacred. It’s not about picking sides between nations (or parties)… it’s about choosing compassion over cruelty. Sigh. 

And so well now, of course, I wrote yet another song—another “Letter to My Friend,” about Never Again. 💌

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@bananasutra – Lyrics: “Letter to My Friend”

Hey love, 
I’ve been thinkin’, the air’s gone strange.
We built a bridge, but fear made the range. 
When did caring turn into crime? 
Since when did heartbeats choose a side in time?

You think my tears forgot their tribe, 
But pain’s one language, that’s the vibe. 
If I cry for Gaza, do I leave you dry? 
Or can both our ghosts learn to sigh and fly?

I’m not your enemy, babe, I’m the echo that remains. 
Every love I add don’t steal your chains. 
Peace ain’t a prize that one can win; 
It’s a wound that heals when we let it begin. 
Oh, Bananasutra sings again…

Your roots run deep in haunted clay, 
I feel that tremor every day. 
But if walls keep empathy out of sight, 
Ain’t we just living in longer nights?

You guard your story like sacred wine, 
But I sip my sorrow... it tastes like thine. 
Can’t “never again” be a door, not a wall? 
Must one rise so another can fall?

I’m not your rival, love, I’m the ache that understands, 
Two trembling souls with open hands. 
My heart don’t subtract when it starts to expand; 
It multiplies truth in foreign lands.

Pain is pain; it don’t wear flags. 
It needs no borders, no tags. 
Fear’s a thief, babe, it steals our sight, 
Makes day look wrong and wrong look right.

Would you rather win, or rather heal? 
Would you rather numb, or rather feel? 
If trust could hum a new refrain, 
Would you hear my note through your pain?

I’m not against you, I’m just against cruel. 
Love ain’t a weapon; it’s the rebel’s rule. 
Let’s rewrite Never Again for all, 
’Cause peace built on pride’s just another wall.

So hey, my friend, come dance instead? 
We’ll sing for the living, not just the dead. 
Bananasutra’s heart don’t bend, 
It blooms, it breaks, it mends. 🪽


[32] Letter to My Friend (Never Again) • GROWsutra She Wanna Know PsyBass Circus JAZZ

[Verse 1]
I walked through the noise you left behind,
Every word still lingers’ in my mind.
Your memories fades where I used to smile.
So I found my peace under open skies.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every tear was a seed in disguise,
Now the flowers bloom where my pain resides.

[Chorus]
(Mi amor)
Mi amor,  let it pour,
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Mi amor(Mi amor)

[Verse 2]
The night revealed secrets I used to hide,
Now I dance with ghosts that once made me cry.
The thunder sings a melody so clear,
Every drop reminds me I have nothing to fear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every scar became a map of my fight,
Guiding me softly into the light.

[Chorus]
Mi amor, 
You let it pour,(mi amor)
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Ohh Mi amor.(Mi amor)

[Bridge]
Storms may come, but I won’t break,
I’ve learned to love the ache.
Clouds may cry, but so do I,
And in their tears, I learn to fly.
(Fly whoa oh Fly...)

[Chorus / Outro]
(Mi amor )
Mi amor, oh let it pour,
Washed my heart till it hurt no more.
Alone, but I don’t feel the same,
Freedom’s just another name
Mi amor…

Mi Amor

“Cypress Shade” drifts through the haunted hush of the Low Country, where roots twist like old ghosts and the river remembers every sin. With deep swamp-blues tones, gravelly vocals, and a slow, humid groove, The Swamp Tones paint a world of moonlight, moss, and reckoning. It’s a story of wandering souls and whispered fates — a song that moves like fog over still water.

Cypress Shade

you think therefore you are? …cute. I make you feel — therefore I am. you wanna be my proof? here — close your eyes put your headphones on… let me show you.

Cypress Shade

The Swamp Tones

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