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Big B-Day Energy
It’s a muh- f**kin holiday just for me
It’s my birthday
That and those and these
I get what I want when I want
It’s my birthday
She like spending on me ‘cause BOY, I make the money look sweet
It’s my birthday
Damn I look good
Say I don’t—
I wish a BOY would.
(Turn Up Di Place)
Oh God
Chain heavy cyan fit inna di GoYard
(What di bloodclaat)
Pose off
Yute, yuh look too fresh inna yuh birthday suit
When this song come on get loose
See the birthday boy?
Point and shoot!
You shining bredda, look at you
‘Cause it’s a real G birthday
What you trying to do tonight?
Don’t matter we in first place
You make a real gyal wanna stay
Bring your whole crew tonight
The car service on the way
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
Happy happy birthday.
Go on king it’s your birthday.
‘Cause it’s a real G birthday

A real G birthday

Text:
Verse 1
First cry, first breath, the world begins,
Tiny hands held in your mother’s skin.
Raised by voices, taught by time,
The roots you carry, the place you find.

Verse 2
Schoolyard dreams and questions loud,
What will I be, will I make them proud?
The years roll forward, the answers hide,
But life keeps pushing, a restless tide.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

(solo)

Verse 3
Your first son cries, and your heart explodes,
You show him proudly to the ones you know.
Parents fading, the torch is passed,
The mirror whispers: nothing lasts.

Verse 4
Leaders change, the flags will burn,
Wars are fought, and still we learn.
In your small world there’s peace to find,
A fragile gift in a fragile time.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

Bridge
Are you happy, do you feel alive?
In a million stories, we survive.
Every birth, every goodbye,
A single thread in the endless sky.

(solo)

Final Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The crown, the dust, the voice that calls.
We walk, we run, we fight, we stall,
But in the end — we’re part of all.

Outro
Before the answer ever comes,
The circle closes, the song is sung.
And you return, where you belong…
Part of all.

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. 💌

—
@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

LYRICS:
[Verse]
The clock is ticking
Soft as rain
Each second falls
And leaves a stain
We sit and wait
For something bright
But miss the glow of the fading light

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Verse 2]
I held the morning in my hand
Watched it slip like desert sand
Chasing dreams
But standing still
Climbing shadows on the hill

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

[Bridge]
The sun hangs low
with a fleeting glimpse
Of all the things we love and miss
The minutes laugh
The days they run
We waste the moon
We waste the sun

[Prechorus]
Tell me now
Before it’s gone
How to linger where we belong

[Chorus]
Oh
The hours we let go
Like rivers we can't slow
How do we love the time we hold
Before it's just a tale we told?

The Time We Hold

Lyrics:

I held his hand
It felt so small
The night it shattered
The glass did fall
Headlights vanished
Left me alone
Echoes screamed
But they took no tone

Who do I chase when the road’s run dry
Who do I blame when the stars just lie
You stole my boy
You took my air
You’re gone
But I’m still here

The sirens came
But you had gone
A ghost in metal
The devil’s pawn
I screamed his name into the sky
No answer came
Just a silent why

How do you sleep
Do you dream of the scene
Do you see his face
Or keep it clean

Who do I chase when the road’s run dry
Who do I blame when the stars just lie
You stole my boy
You took my air
You’re gone
But I’m still here

I hope your shadow follows you
I hope it whispers what you do
The wheel you turned
The life you broke
A choice
A crime
A final stroke

Who do I chase when the road’s run dry
Who do I blame when the stars just lie
You stole my boy
You took my air
You’re gone
But I’m still here
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Track: Lost in the Rearview
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller, Kane Wilder
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Lost in the Rearview - LIVE - Feat. Sara Schiller, Kane Wilder

A heartfelt folk ballad carried by harmonica and whispered voices.
Between silence and sky, two souls meet where words can no longer reach.
“Hold me close, don’t ask why” drifts like a memory through acoustic warmth, soft strings, and quiet emotion.
Nostalgic, cinematic, and deeply human — a song of love, loss, and light. 🌙🕊️

Hold me close, don’t ask why

Travelling musician has spent years on the road playing bars to "sodden ears that could not hear." He now misses his sweetie, so he's driving home to get "back in baby's arms..." He decided to take a pretty violinist home with him in the backseat. Not sure what "baby" will think about that...  

Back In Baby's Arms

Lyrics:

[Verse]
It’s in the ground now
The feeling is dead
It’s buried so deep
My tears could never find it

[Prechorus]
And I wish I knew what to say

[Chorus]
Let me know when you’re gone
I'll soak the ground in flames
I don't wanna see you with anyone
So I won't make you stay
Let me know when you’re gone
I'll soak the ground in flames
I don't wanna see you with anyone
So I won't make you stay

[Verse 2]
Was I your only one?
Was it all a lie?
If you want my heart
You better have a plan
It’s been scattered all around
Like ashes on the ground

[Chorus]
So let me know when you’re gone
I'll soak the ground in flames
I don't wanna see you with anyone
So I won't make you stay
Let me know when you’re gone
I'll soak the ground in flames
I don't wanna see you with anyone
So I won't make you stay
So I won't make you stay

[Bridge]
Let me know when you’re gone
I'll soak the ground in flames
I don't wanna see you with anyone
So I won't make you stay
So I won't make you stay
So I won't make you stay

[Outro]
I’ll soak the ground in flames

In Flames

A tribute to the country gospel songs I grew up with.

Lyrics © Señor Barends

Lord, I’m burnin’ for what I done,  
Ain’t no priest where I come from.  
They say judgment day gon’ come,  
But I’ve seen hell beneath the sun.  
Ain’t no salvation where we run.

Mmm-hmm, mercy gone, mercy gone,  
The Judge gonna weigh what we’ve done wrong.

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall.
Hammer will fall
He don’t shout twice, He don’t answer your call,  
No, He don’t answer your call.
Every sin’s in the book, every name on the wall.
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall.

Ain’t no peace in these blood-red streets,  
God lookin’ down, but He don’t speak.  
Been prayin’ hard with dirty hands,  
Blood on the lines where I stand,  
Every prayer got a price, every deal got a brand.

(Mmm-hmm, fire roll on,  
Every deal you made gonna burn by dawn.)

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall,  
Hammer will fall, hammer will fall.  
He weighs our words, He don’t spare us at all,  
No, He don’t spare us at all.  
When you whisper His name, better stand tall.
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall. 
 
I seen bodies cold, I seen names erased,  
Mmm-hmm, no hiding place.)
If bones start talkin’ when the ground lets go,  
We all gonna answer, every soul we know.

My face knows shame a guilty man wears,  
I’ve ducked my friends, avoided their stares.  
If beggin’s cheap, then let me be poor,  
I’ll spend every tear knockin’ Your door,  
Till somethin’ inside ain’t rotten no more.  

Lord, we cry for the ones we lost,  
Paid our dues, still count the cost.

The Judge don’t speak, but His hammer will fall,  
Hammer will fall, hammer will fall.  
No lawyer, no lie gonna cover it all,  
No, can’t cover it all.  
Every saint, every thief gonna hear that call,
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall.  

When the bell rings out, I’ll stand in line,  
Nothin’ to hide and not much to shine.  
If He weighs my soul, let the balance creak,  
I’ve said my truth, and the Judge don’t speak.  

The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall...  
The Judge don’t speak, His hammer will fall...

The Judge Don’t Speak

IF YOU'RE LOVED AT CHRISTMAS

Lyrics:
Snow lies hushed, a blue breath’s slender thread
Stone-still, saddened shepherd's dog in snow by a fallen wolf, also stone-cold, but ... dead

Wind’s faint track runs over silent rock and air
Sheep huddle close, heads low, too numb to truly care

“Is it dead?” — “Might be a trick, dog - beware”
“Wolves deserve no mercy, dog, strip his skin bare

Let his ribs drink cold, let frostbite tear
He hunted us — now let him drown in despair”

The shepherd dog stood grieving on the white-drift ground
“I faced those teeth for each of you when hunger came around

You shivering, spiteful fleeces, little heaps of warmed-up hide
To talk like this in all this grief, with him dead at your side

I broke his charge so many times, turned hunger from your door
Now starved he lies in tilted snow, and still you ask for more

Your eyes spit hate at him, and scarcely less at me
You love my snapping jaws, but loathe what they must truly be”

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep, deep, deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

With the tip of the shepherd dog’s nose he folded snow back
Covering bone and fur, nose-following the last faint track

The last warm breath rose up as cloud, then thinned to black
Veins froze like glass; his shadow split along the crack
Wind whispered over naked bone, then turned and circled back

“Master, I remember the oath you laid on us
I’ll save you, silly flock of sheep — but who will save you from me?

Yes, I will tear for you, but who will tear you through?
What will you be without my teeth — what will remain of you?”

Who is guilty here — fang, or fear, or sky askew?
Cold voices howl at iron clouds of frozen blue
No road back across this black, blind storm we stumble through
Only snow knows when a life splits clean in two

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it alone

The will to live is nothing wild
Teeth are hunger’s praying child
Rib-cage law is not the knife
Cold time writes the end of life

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all alone

If joy should flicker when this despair is shown
Hide it deep inside, guard it without  me - all all all alonel
alone alone alone

Guard yourself

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