Hand-clap percussion, gang-vocal “oh-oh-ohs” and chiming guitars drive “We Got Us,” a unity anthem tailor-made for crowds. logical_miracle channels the uplift of OneRepublic and the percussive heft of Imagine Dragons, laying down lyrics that rally (“No fallback plan, we’re the spark and the shelter”). The 128-BPM pulse places it perfectly in workout and stadium playlists, while the message screams licensing potential for sports broadcasts.

We Got Us

My Star

In this song Zoey sings about keeping all of the distractions and outside noise out of her relationship.

We're Putting Us Before The Rest Of The World

Taken from my debut album LUCKY UU out 7th November. Pre-save - https://ffm.bio/luukhanyo-lucky-uu-album

Sweet Renegade

Verse 1
You’re so fine
(so fine)
All mine
(all mine)
I won’t rush
(ahh ahh)
Unless you touch
(unless you touch)
If you sip
(what you sip?)
I’ve got that wine
(red red wine)
And if you’re hungry, Boy, I’ll set the table just right
(mmm yeah)

Pre-Chorus
Ooh darling don’t keep me
(waiting)
There’s a fire we could be making
(come on)
I’m talking slow jams, midnight
Candles dripping on the bedside
Girl, let’s slip in, it feels right

Chorus (Hook)
I’ma keep the lights low
(I’ma keep the lights low)
I’ma keep the lights low, boy
(I’ma keep the lights low, hopin’)
That you’re feeling what I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(tell me that you’re coming soon)

Verse 2
Velvet sheets
(velvet sheets)
Bare skin
(bare skin)
We move slow
(ahh ahh)
Where do we begin?
(where do we begin?)
Every glance
(every glance)
Turns me to flame
(turns me to flame)
I don’t want tomorrow if tonight don’t stay the same
(woohoo)

Pre-Chorus
Baby, don’t keep me
(waiting)
There’s a storm inside worth breaking
(yeah yeah)
I’m talking whispers, sweet wine
Hands tangled up  your spine
Girl, let’s lose track of time

Chorus (Hook)
I’ma keep the lights low
(I’ma keep the lights low)
I’ma keep the lights low, baby
(I’ma keep the lights low, hopin’)
That you’re feeling what I feel
And you want me like I want you tonight, baby
(tell me that you’re coming soon)

Bridge
Don’t need no games, no disguise
I see forever in your eyes
Every word, every sigh
Is written straight from the heart tonight

Chorus (Hook – repeat/fade)
I’ma keep the lights low…




Keep the Lights Low

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Psalm 55

Can't Forget About Us

“When Morning Finds You” is a soul-baring R&B ballad that blends late-night sacrifice with the first light of hope. Written from the heart of someone grinding night shifts to build a future, the song wrestles with the pain of giving everything to love while questioning if that love is ever returned. Warm Rhodes keys, tender guitar, and gospel-tinged harmonies wrap around an intimate vocal performance that feels like a handwritten letter at sunrise. This is heartbreak and honesty in its purest R&B form — vulnerable, timeless, unforgettable.
#WhenMorningFindsYou #SoulfulRNB #HeartbreakSongs #LateNightSoul #NewMusic #RnBArtist #SonicDominion

WHEN MORNING FINDS YOU

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. 🪽


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