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FLYMAR - SMILE
PRODUCED BY SAMBAM 
RECORDED BY DJ BELAU
MIXED AND MASTERED BY MARCEL Q OF WASHHOUSE MUSIC

FLYMAR - SMILE [2015]

Current mood: revisiting my BLOWsutra "Revolution Ring" songs backlog, to better feel & distill 'em antiantiantifa gems, or something something like huh hope, or something ha... you know? #defy 

This JAZZ (side A) + LOFI (side B) release is volume 2 of a 3-songs across 3 sutras EP, asking questions that blow so hard, huh, thank god I can sing—not just rrruminate—'em facts of fasc!sm:
1. KNOWsutra (Naked Truth) - "Shameless", asking aren’t you ashamed we ain’t ashamed, and what are we doing, really?
2. BLOWsutra (Apes Gone Wrong) - "Optics of Cruelty", asking if cruelty is the point, and where the barrel’s aimed tonight?
3. GROWsutra (Dare to Care) - "Universal Currency", asking what's a child worth on the sheet, and how the hell did we get this cold?
#truestory 🍌🍔

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Song 1 - KNOWsutra: Shameless

[Verse 1]
Didn’t they used to hide the pain?
Curtains drawn, lies explained.
Now it’s cages on parade,
Front row seats and lemonade.

[Verse 2]
Spanish moss and razor wire,
Swamp gas and a ring of fire.
Streaming live from hell’s front porch,
Sippin’ pride through plastic straws.

[Chorus]
Aren’t you ashamed we ain’t ashamed?
Used to whisper, now we frame it.
History once burned in smoke,
Now it’s merch and Facebook jokes.
So what are we doing, really?
Is this who we are,
Or just who we let be?

[Verse 3]
Families fenced and tagged by name,
Like barcodes marked with blame.
You scroll right past the gator’s grin,
“Just policy,” with southern spin.

[Bridge]
They buried truth, once, deep in code,
Now it rides a float down Main Street road.

[Chorus]
Aren’t you ashamed we ain’t ashamed?
Used to hide itnow we claim it.
This ain’t justice, it’s a show.
Will you clap… or will you go?

[Outro]
So tell me plain, if this ain’t war,
Why are there camps on freedom’s floor?

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Song 2 - BLOWsutra: Optics of Cruelty

[Verse 1]
Do you light the stage with pain?
Do you script the bloodstains?
Policies dressed up as art,
Is that pride… or just a part?

[Verse 2]
Is your barrel pointed well?
Do you feel divine as people yell?
Is your silence sleek and smooth,
Like the lies you make look true?

[Chorus]
Is it policy… or performance art?
Dead kids make a striking chart.
You polished boots to match the scene,
Who needs gas when you’ve got a screen?
Cruelty’s the point, admit it,
You choreographed every minute.

[Verse 3]
Does the pain make you feel tall?
Do you flirt with fascist calls?
You don’t stumble… this was built.
Goebbels would applaud your guilt.

[Bridge]
Zionist or Nazi cap,
Doesn’t matter when it’s a trap.
Only difference in the fight?
Where the barrel’s aimed tonight?

[Chorus]
Is it optics, or is it truth?
Do you need the proof in youth?
Is this theater, is this real,
Or just how you love to feel?

[Outro]
You don’t lead, you puppeteer.
And I see the strings real clear.

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Song 3 - GROWsutra: Universal Currency

[Verse 1]
What’s a child worth on the sheet?
Not enough to skip elite.
Line item, bolded, clean,
$109k, no in-between.

[Verse 2]
They die in heat, they drown in flood…
While suits debate the cost of blood.
They say “don’t politicize the pain”,
But budgets got a dollar sign for shame.

[Chorus]
Children are the currency,
And decency’s the rate.
But y’all keep trading futures
For fear, and war, and hate.
What do they cost, in flesh and soul?
And how the hell did we get this cold?

[Verse 3]
A child in Ohio, a girl in the rain,
Died while you argued about campaign gain.
You priced their breath and called it fair…
As if love could balance a billionaire.

[Bridge]
Empathy ain’t weak, it’s wealth.
It’s everything you kill by stealth.

[Chorus]
Children are the currency,
And we’re bankrupt on the heart.
When budgets trump their little lives,
We’ve torn the world apart.
What are they worth? You tell me straight.
Before it’s all too damn late.

[Outro]
This ain’t about right or left.
It’s about what the soul has left.


Side A [02] Optics of Cruelty - DEFY EP Vol 2 - BLOWsutra Revolution Ring Psychedelic Piano Burlesque JAZZ

Ce poème trace une immersion amoureuse où le « tu » place l’auditeur au cœur de l’expérience vécue.
La répétition d’« Entouré » agit comme un refrain, symbole d’un amour qui enveloppe à la fois l’âme et le corps.
Le texte joue sur la tension entre l’agitation du monde et un espace intérieur de silence et de clarté.
L’amour y apparaît comme une force de transformation : il soulève, mûrit, apaise et relance le désir.
Les images sensorielles restent délicates, laissant la chair traversée par la lumière et le souffle.
La structure fragmentée crée un mouvement ondulant, propice à une mise en musique progressive.
En chanson, ce poème devient une célébration d’un amour intense, incarné et profondément serein.

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