Music from ABBEY: In The Red

by Soy Sos Extended Ensemble featuring Anqwenique

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This is the music produced for the STAYCEE PEARL dance project and Soy Sos production of ABBEY: In The Red, a live music and dance concert premiering at the August Wilson Center African American Culture May 25-27 2017. The production features the choreographic works of Staycee Pearl and the music production/sound design of Herman "Soy Sos" Pearl.

Thanks and love go out from Staycee and Herman to all their collaborators and supporters that made this project possible.
Anqwenique Wingfield, Ben Opie, Ben Barson, Paul Thompson, Elisa Kohanski, Tereneh Mosley, Atticus Adams, Scott Nelson, Gregg Janman, Kitoko Chargois, Jessica Marino, Latrea D. Rembert, Rayne Jones, Shonnita Johnson, Chandra Tanei, Ronnell Kitt, Ira Cambric, Erin Perry and The Legacy Arts Project.
The Pittsburgh Foundation, The Heinz Endowments Small Arts Initiative, The Opportunity Fund, The Programming Fund for the August Wilson Center, The Pittsburgh Cultural Trust

For more information visit PearlArtsStudios.com
TuffSoundRecording.com

credits

released May 22, 2017

Produced, engineered and programmed by Herman "Soy Sos" Pearl
at Tuff Sound Recording
Arrangements by Ben Opie

Anqwenique Wingfield - Vocals
Ben Opie - Soprano, alto and tenor saxophones, clarinet
Ben Barson - Baritone saxophone, bass clarinet
Paul Thompson - Bass
Elisa Khohanski - Cello
James Johnson III - Percussion
George Jones - Congas, percussion
Donna Davis - Wurlitzer electric piano

Mastered by Gregg Janman at Hermetech Mastering
Photo of Rayne Jones by Kitoko Chargois

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Track Name: Driva Man
Driva man he made a life
But the mami ain’t his wife
Chottin cotton don’t be slow
Betta finish out ya row
Keep a movin’ wit dat plow
Driva man ‘ll show ya how

Get to work and root dat stump
Drive man ‘ll make ya jump
Betta make yo hammer ring
Driva man ‘ll start to swing
Ain’t but two things on my mind
Driva man and quittin time


Driva man dat kinda boss
Ride a man and lead a horse
When his cat o’ nine tail fly
You be happy just to die
Run away and you’ll be found
By his big ‘ol red bone hound

Pate-roller ya bring ya back
Make ya sorry you is black
Driva man he made a life
But da mami ain’t his wife
Ain’t but two things on my mind
Drive man and quittin time
Track Name: Freedom Day
Whisper, listen, whisper, listen. Whispers say we're free
Rumors flyin', must be lyin'. Can it really be?
Can't conceive it, can't believe it. But that's what they say
Slave no longer, slave no longer, this is Freedom Day

Freedom Day, it's Freedom Day. Throw those shackle n' chains away
Everybody that I see says it's really true, we're free

Whisper, listen, whisper, listen. Whispers say we're free
Rumors flyin', must be lyin'. Can it really be?
Can't conceive it, don't believe it. But that's what they say
Slave no longer, slave no longer, this is Freedom Day

Freedom Day, it's Freedom Day. Throw those shackle n' chains away
Everybody that I see says it's really true, we're free

Freedom Day, it's Freedom Day. Free to vote and earn my pay
Dim my path and hide the way. But we've made it Freedom Day
Track Name: Straight Ahead
Straight ahead the road keeps winding
Narrow, wet and dimly lit
Vainly looking for a crossroad
Where a weary soul can sit

Lost and needing some direction
Dodging ruts along the way
Bumpy road, confuse a body
Lead a trusting soul astray

For some this road is smooth and easy
Travelin’ high without a care
But if ya got to use the back roads
Straight ahead can lead nowhere

On this road you got a problem
Getting where you want to go
Speed limits almost down to nothing
Straight ahead but oh so slow
Track Name: In The Red
No account, bank account
Can’t raise a dime
Can’t pay the bills
I got on time

No account is bank account
That’s got me flying low
Sure makes a poor man’s way
A hard row to hoe

They say to keep on smiling
When trouble comes in twos
Rich folks say to keep on smiling
But poor folks pay the dues

No account, bank account
I’m broke and bent
Though the Lord provides
The rent ain’t heaven sent

(solo)

They say to keep on smiling
When trouble comes into
Rich folks say to keep on smiling
But poor folks pay the dues

No account, bank account
I’m broke and bent
Thought the lord provides
The rent ain’t heaven sent

No account, bank account
Will make you change your ways
There won’t be no peace of mind
Till I see better days
Track Name: When Malindy Sings
G’way an’ quit dat noise, Miss Lucy--
Put dat music book away;
What’s de use to keep on tryin’?
Ef you practise twell you’re gray,
You cain’t sta’t no notes a-flyin’
Lak de ones dat rants and rings
F’om de kitchen to de big woods
When Malindy sings.

Easy ‘nough fu’ folks to hollah,
Lookin’ at de lines an’ dots,
When dey ain’t no one kin sence it,
An’ de chune comes in, in spots;
But fu’ real malojous music,
Dat jes’ strikes yo’ hea’t and clings,
Jes’ you stan’ an’ listen wif me
When Malindy sings.

Oh, hit’s sweetah dan de music
Of an edicated band;
An’ hit’s dearah dan de battle’s
Song o’ triumph in de lan’.
It seems holier dan evenin’
When de solemn chu’ch bell rings,
Ez I sit an’ ca’mly listen
While Malindy sings.

Towsah, stop dat ba’kin’, hyeah me!
Mandy, mek dat chile keep still;
Don’t you hyeah de echoes callin’
F’om de valley to de hill?
Let me listen, I can hyeah it,
Th’oo de bresh of angel’s wings,
Sof’ an’ sweet, “Swing Low,
Sweet Chariot,"
When Malindy sings.
Track Name: African Lady
Sunrise at dawn, night is gone
I hear your song, African lady

The dark fades away, now its day
A new morning breaks,
The birds in the sky, all sing for Africa

Awaits a brights light of the land
And tomorrow is in your hand
African lady


When in the sun and of earth
To you gave birth, African Lady

The sky lends its stars, from the night
To make your eyes bright
Sweet blossoms of scented sheets, wrap you in perfume breeze

The sun sets very hue
Tense with play
Bright roads for you, African Lady