New African, by Heart Hand Soul

New African

by Heart Hand Soul

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1.	Up to the people 03:14	lyrics	buy track
Holding down the ramp in a cemented town The west is behaving like thugs with lots of guns Listen to the whistle of the night, when it’s raining All is in place to feel, rules are changing Keep up Brother’s keeper where have you gone wrong Live up Sister Power to the throne Keep up Brother’s keeper, hold the line real kind Live up sister power all the time It’s up to the people to trust their own It’s up to the people to gather around Hang on the wall, so nobody can fall Bring on the thunder, the light and the stars Sporting flowers, dressed to fool the ball All is in place to reach that far
2.	New African 03:17	lyrics	buy track
New African from the desert land Come along, find your path and grow New African gone to another land Look around salvation is close New African from the Meadowlands Come along find your path and show New African sees the horizon Plant the seeds build a free community New African the ships have long time gone Till this day, the port harbors the wrong song New African inside the prison plan The chains have been snapped of for you to stand New African in the sinking sands Tell us which company are you holding on New African trapped in a soul bind Subtly tell us who are you working for My retiming generates passage that rocks the boat Singular rite are sometimes falling to touch the truth New African no more can we pretend Fighting each other for false reason New African did you learn your lesson Don’t forsake your sister’s pulsation New African carries his mission for hope If you do it who are you doing it for New Africans please come home Over the ocean: thru the jungle up the road More winds blow strong, lost pictures cannot be found More seasons to remember, all (shades) brand recycled flavor Young and old African it’s all the same African yes, African today There is only one way, every Nation Experience the New African, by us and to us More winds blow strong, lost pictures cannot be found More seasons to remember, all (shades) brand recycled flavor
3.	Save me, hold me 03:25	lyrics	buy track
Virtue is due Tap is the myrrh Trust is the truth; remove us away from the fear Turning around And face the crowd For all the sufferers Sweats in my brow Save me, hold me, take me, free me No worry, not for the power or for the glory Say you Discover more than you bargain Games two still we tubing in claiming Virtue is due Tap is the myrrh Trust is the truth allow us to walk out from here Turning around And facing the sun For all the passengers Peeping to catch us off ground Save me, hold me, take me, free me No worry, not for the Press or for the money Say you only been doing your duty (rubbing shoulders in high places) Still no friend living in the higher come closer Nothing really ever last forever Walking so proud From all miles roundabout In cities and villages, they stand united and pumped Lending a hand When it counts now it does The world is waiting for a sign from above Save them, feed them, mind them, pray for them Hope again, not for the power or for the glory Meet them, that’s the right thing when you’re happy Face them; always take a stand for humanity Learn from them, that is the way to circle energy
4.	Enough is enough 03:47	lyrics	buy track
Of death before living Of hitting before greeting Of trampling before seeing Of crying before trying Enough is enough of raggedy and shady business, Contenders are vanquishers that strike with impunity Of royal before loyal Of political before jovial Of laser ray before heart play Of assuming before checking Enough with that, roll around, peek a pound selfish man For the forsaken majority youth Enough with that why start something you can’t close the valve right now For the road to salvation is foggy Enough with that blame it on glitz for the tragedy. Of pollution before sunrise Of vanity before clean skies Of murder pacts before the facts Oil patches killing the sea life Enough is enough of raggedy and shady business, Contenders are vanquishers that strike with impunity Of exploiting until exploding Of raking and forsaking Of falsifying and crippling Of flying before learning
5.	If you fall 03:05		buy track
6.	What am I praying for 04:11	lyrics	buy track
Hang on, silver song; hang on, before you clung Trumpet on, care you fall, the breeze is strong and tall Before we rich, before we die it is just a hectic ride Will they open up the sky St-Peters directs this side Heaven is here don’t just stare If you pray on this will glare Right in a scene factory We need to let go the misery Hang on, silver song hang on, before you clung Trumpet on, care you fall, the breeze is strong and tall Africa my only mother Forgotten treasure undercover Where everything is realigned According to the holy shrine Nature is vast as far as the eye can see Just like they said on channel B Everything is living with so much class A true paradise heralded from the past I need to get there, I need to wear there home is abroad Place where I hear the stream so clear voices ride here Home is an open island roof Where the water runs fresh juice Deep in the night far from the grave The drum rumbles pounds of pain Soul and groove in rhythm blues for the millions of forgotten confused Follow the star of Gibraltar many more griots will rise and star How long will this go on, how long will she stay on Free me over agree forever your time will come Mother keeps on riding high All since nineteen fifty five Mother’s son is riding low Never doubted your boys were slow Survivors kit for the big ship, the only problem you can’t see the dip (coast) By force we -had to travel here by grace we never disappear We shall return to the land of our forefather sand Where a million lights are reminder bright of his might in the night Forged in the rock from the Holy Ghost Our galling eyes equalize the most What you see and what you hear What you plan and what you fear That’s what I’m praying for That’s what I’m living for
7.	Croquis 1-2 03:37	lyrics	buy track
Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la course effrénée La violence qui hante la cite Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par les hostilités Qui courent le long de la cite Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par les iniquités Qui étranglent la vie de la cite Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par l’immoralité Qui travestit la cite Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la vanité de la mondanité Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par le manque de civilité Qui brise la fraternité Je me sens surtout interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la passion d’aimer Avec sagacité Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la voracité Des requins qui ont pillés Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par le culte de cupidité De l’âme qui est rongée Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la rivalité Entre les élites pour gérer Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la perversité Où l’air est trop pollue Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la vague d’obscénités Qui déferle sur la cite Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la frivolité Des nuits folles endiablées Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par le manque de civilité Ou le chaos est semé Je me sens interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la dureté Du cœur des hommes écorchés Je suis surtout interpelle Dans ma quotidienneté Par la fureur d’aimer Avec ténacité Paroles de HERVE KENOL
8.	Ca pas d'allure 01:56	lyrics	buy track
C’a pas d’allure se faire rouler les yeux fermés dures C’a pas d’allure y taxe encore la culture prends le bord C’a pas d’allure mes croyances, mes sacrifices, ma foi Je ne saurais exister selon cette voie Car qui impose sa vision ne verra pas l’horizon Regarde au-dedans de toi pour trouver l’exaltant ici-bas C’a pas de bon sens pognes dans le ciment s’est fatiguant C’a pas de bon sens chu de classe pas du bon rang C’a pas de bon sens rester en plan ou sur l’étang C’a pas d bon sens c’est toujours le même président Qui se ripaille et se grisaille sur les tourments de ses représailles C’a pas de bon sens sont en train de vider le St-Laurent C’à pas de bon sens le pétrole s’est bien trop salissant C’a pas de bon sens trop d’gens gros Jean comme devant C’a pas de bon sens toujours le même problème d’argent Car qui impose sa vision ne verra pas le soleil dans notre cœur et au ciel Qui nous émerveille

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In 2014 I listen to my Singer Robin that suggested we should try to work on a CD . We were able to put together some sessions in the summer of 2014 and make some memorable bounds to jell this together. I bumped into the producer- arranger Christian Denis and he added some levity in terms of rhythmic terms and we released 200 copies of the now start-up album ”New African” we had the chance to galvanize on a the band at the time composed of Robin and Nadien on Vocals and Max on guitar and vocals, Vocals and guitar Midnight M. Farkas, Meaghan on Flute and Bashu on the accordion cast of musicians and singers.

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released December 19, 2018

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Heart Hand Soul Montreal, Québec

My inspiration and in-depth discovery of words meaning and their adjustment are pivotal in the songs that I write. Original but emotional, I take my hand to write and pouring my lyrics and music to my heart and soul contentment. These musical poems deal with freedom of mankind, family ties and social values where we have lost and maintain our roots of creation that herald our precious world. ... more