Soultown Super Project

by Becca Wonka

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1.
The revolution will now be televised Cause brother Gil, it’s still not happening live We’re tuning in, not copping out, as we’ve been so well advised A hundred Watts, a million waves, and we’re still in power dive The small screen’s widening When the story’s gripping Let’s show some hard earning Some hot tears dripping And lost girls screaming And old school whipping And red hate flaring And big hearts failing The revolution will now be televised Cause brother brother Marvin, what’s going on now is way too jive Their political tricks got us hypnotized But if we ever break the spell, togetherness will thrive The small screen’s melting The lines are blurring The theme song’s playing And no Glen’s belting The siren’s blaring The pigs are still shooting But Soultown is healing And colors are winning The revolution will now be televised Cause brother Gil, it’s still not happening live We’re tuning in, not copping out, as we’ve been so well advised A hundred Watts, a million waves, and we’re still in power dive The revolution will now be televised Cause brother brother Marvin, what’s going on now is way too jive Their political tricks got us hypnotized But if we ever break the spell, this time it will be live!
2.
04:56
The old orphans who never fully blossomed They yearn and they hurt and they crave That blind kind of loving that seems so very wholesome They pine and they ache until they cave No matter how long the road No matter how heavy the load And if I got no one to watch over me I’m standing proud and bold All the fairy tales I was never told Won't keep me from the place where I’m free The old orphans who try to build a kingdom They just go all in and they pray If luck is a lady, the game is just a zero sum The dolls and the guys still get to play No matter how dark the moon No matter how sandy the dune I’ll keep on walking alone in the night Don’t count me out so soon Keep your lullabies and your silver spoon I’ll show you how to stay in a fight No matter how long the road No matter how heavy the load And if I got no one to watch over me I’m standing proud and bold All the fairy tales I was never told Won't keep me from the place where I’m free The old orphans who find enough wisdom To grab all the hands on their way They no longer march to the beat of their broken drum And leave behind their skies of grey
3.
(free) 05:43
One window at a time Let's all let that Ray shine inside he'll try to get us to open up Help the city brighten up And fan all those precious inner lights One window at a time Let this Ray guide us to the deeper side He'll show our minds which way is up Teach us to gather up And bind all our precious inner lights One window at a time Some doors might close in his face Some rats might stay in the race But maybe the jungle will make him king Some souls won't give it a chance Won't go through life with grace But surely there are some that he can swing Can one man with a song of love and hope in his heart Turn you softer To yourselves and one another Will this one roof over our heads fall apart Or bring us together And truly become a shelter One window at a time Let's all let that Ray shine inside he'll try to get us to open up Help the city brighten up And fan all those precious inner lights One window at a time All the tiny threads that weave the fabric of your life The little fibers Is it what really matters Can the glitter and the beauty that meet your eye Make you a stronger Or a happier beholder One window at a time Let this Ray guide us to the deeper side He'll show our minds which way is up Teach us to gather up And bind all our precious inner lights One window at a time One roof over our head One proof that hope ain't dead One fly on the wall One eye to see right through you all One place One race One faith That together we're stronger and we will go higher
4.
After so much drama, so many salty tears And though her sweet mama cut her wings The little by little girl flew right through her fears to her silver linings For many years, she only wore black While playing on that rainbow Catching sweet drops of pride Til one night, life cut her some slack And the one who'd make her colors show Found his place by her side But the little by little girl Still feels like less than a woman And she needs to be loved by more than just one special someone So the little by little girl She tries to be that sparkling precious pearl To shine in the deepest hearts and win them over To dazzle the folks that feel like a part of her To glamour their souls until they ignite and burn The little by little by little girl / The little by little by little girl Let her in, let her warm breeze blow And her hopeless devotion to you will never waver Such a lovely seed should have a chance to grow Into a shimmering and scintillating technicolor treasure But the little by little girl Still feels like less than a woman And she needs to be loved by more than just one special someone So the little by little girl She tries to be that sparkling precious pearl To shine in the deepest hearts and win them over To dazzle the folks that feel like a part of her To glamour their souls until they ignite and burn… The little by little by little girl….
5.
03:42
All the other ones were opening for you ‘Till I got hit by true passion The dimmer stars faded from view Now you'll be my main attraction I hope you’re there on that screen 
When I turn down the light
 It could be quite a lovely scene If the scoring is right Intoxicated by the way I feel It’s spinning faster and it’s hard to hide Your silky groove plays like the deal is real I can hear that you are no B side The set is hot and ready All the actors are in place When I focus on you I see More than just a pretty face The storyboard is crystal clear The music’s taking shape I’m waiting for your cue my dear To start rolling the tape Intoxicated by the way I feel It’s spinning faster and it’s hard to hide Your silky groove plays like the deal is real I can hear that you are no B side I lost myself in many liner notes I want a new design I’m tired-of writing my whole life in quotes I need a storyline No way this is just a bonus feature Your melody unfolds as an original adventure From the last row, I see scenes of my future We’ll sit through the whole movie together Intoxi-toxicated I still feel Its spinning faster and it’s hard to hide Your silky groove plays like the deal is real I can hear that you are no B side If they never cast a mate for your soul I’ll be standing by And if they ever found me fit for the role Let that part be mine Intoxi-toxicated I still feel Its spinning faster and faster and it’s hard to hide Your silky groove plays like the deal is real I can hear it, you are no B side Intoxi-toxicated I still feel Its spinning faster and it’s hard to hide Your silky groove plays like the deal is real I can hear that you are no B side
6.
05:17
I see how history has slapped you in the face I see a trail of tears that no time can erase I feel the burning chains I hear the cries of pain Is there a chance that all the suffering was in vain? What silver lining can we see When we go up the family tree Too many sowed the seeds and never owned the grain I’m not smoking no calumet Until these talking heads all hang in shame My rage is all they’ll ever get Until they take a little of the blame The slate cannot go back to blank The bloody stains are here to stay The people’s court played one big prank Some colors never even had their day It’s now my duty to be frank And start singing the hate away I see how vanity has looked down on your race How it was blind to all its beauty and its grace I see your empty hands The broken lives to mend You were pushed to build your castle out of sand What silver lining can we see When we go down the family tree Too many plowed the fields and never owned the land I’m not smoking no calumet… The burning chains The cries of pain The trail of tears The darkest fears Your empty hands The lives to mend The bloody stains The stolen grain The stolen land
7.
04:55
Once you know He’s always been a part of you If you grow Wise enough to see it’s true Don’t wait around before you let it show No love should be wasted Don’t let it simmer down before you taste it And if it burns Don’t blame it on the spices Cause soon you’ll learn No herb was needed to entice it That fire was raging long before you saw the smoke It’s been evenly churning Don’t fear to draw another toke Once you know You’ve always been a part of him If you grow Strong enough to go out on a limb Just blink your eyes and watch the sparkles glow No love should be wasted Don’t let it glimmer down before you face it That fire was raging Long before I saw the smoke It's been evenly churning So let me draw another toke It's been evenly churning Please let me draw another toke
8.
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about

“Soultown Super” is the working title of a television drama series I have been writing for some time. The first track on this recording explains it better than I could with prose. In 1970, Gil Scott-Heron had every reason to accuse TV of enforcing an outrageously unfair status quo. Then in 1977, for eight consecutive nights, America was taken by storm by Roots, a miniseries about slavery and its aftermath. The finale was watched by over 100 million people, and 85% of all television homes saw all or part of the show. And it happened on ABC. Since then, network TV hasn't done much to educate and engage its viewers or promote social justice. But the issues are still here, and most of the power (read: money) in this country is still held by white males. We see progress, Barack is in the House, while the destructive rhetoric of conservatives is getting more extreme and widespread, with the help of an evil, well-oiled propaganda machine (yeah, I’m talking about Fox News). We need new ways to promote progressive ideas on the small screen and demand that life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness be the rights of all. The Stewarts and Colberts of this world need fiction and music to come to the rescue.

There are many obstacles in our way. Rules, labels, moral concepts, religions, myriads of little boxes and taboos, all of them subjective and meant to preserve the existing order where fear and ignorance continue to prevail. In my experience, both in France and here, this conditioning produces guilt, crushes true love and leads us to hold onto pain instead of embracing our divine nature. So much so that “letting go” only applies to the small stuff. The bigger suffering, old and new, that we learn to cherish as a virtue and source of inspiration, we have to bravely kick out and heal from. Artists don’t need to be tortured to be creative. Even the French ones. Misery is overrated (unless you never experienced it). We need happy rebels, not martyrs, to move things forward.

The Soultown Super Project allows me to blend my passions and beliefs together into one big musical story. The characters I create conjure up songs, and the script continues to be influenced by the music and lyrics that I am so fortunate to hear and feel in my heart. The different versions of myself I have witnessed over time keep weaving themselves into all of it. I intend to show that all of us can heal and grow, individually and collectively. When we commit to happiness, we gradually open up and clear that space where pain used to be...
and bliss naturally finds its way back in where it belongs.

I feel so much gratitude for where I am today. Now I see that what I went through as a child was an opportunity to access higher grounds. Layers of negative emotions got attached to my musical core at a tender age, and I sang through them all. Because the purity of my Voice was never tainted, it only felt like it was. Thank you, Universe, for sending all the right people my way. I am no longer angry or ashamed. I’m still a bit scared, impatient and self-conscious but I’m working on it.
I’m singing again! You and I win. Love wins. Namasté, mes amis. Namasté.

“I have in my head a whole army of people pleading to be let out and awaiting my
commands.”
— Anton Chekhov

“Peace is for everyone.”
— Horace Silver

credits

released February 6, 2014

Sam Hirsh: rhodes, piano, keyboard
Danny Janklow: alto flute, sax
Mike Fortunato: trumpet
Granville Young: bass
Scotty Bramer: guitar
Ryan Andrews: drums


Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nolan Shaheed at NoSound Studio, Pasadena, CA

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Becca Wonka Los Angeles, California

Becca Wonka is a Cali-French and Funky Neo-Soul Artivist powered by Conscious Hip Hop vibes.

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