BLACK RHYTHM & XOULFUL BLUES REVOLUTiON

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BURG CITY RECORDS In Poetic Collaboration with The JB StUDiOs presents: BLACK RHYTHM & XOULFUL BLUES REVOLUTION The Blueprint of Dem Juju Xound Declaration! \[01 — DECLARATION\] Spoken Intro · Elder Voice · Deep Reverb · 86 BPM Before the chain — there was the drum. Before the pain — there was the hum. Before the ship — there was the song. Before they stole — we already belong. Before the wound — there was the root. Before dem silence — there was the truth. This na Black Rhythm & Xoulful Blues. Revolution wey no need permission to choose. From ancestral ground to tomorrow’s sound — Juju don arrive. Make the truth resound! \[02 — VERSE ONE: THE ROOT & THE WOUND CHAIN\] Lead Vocal · Low Register · Percussive Delivery Black rhythm, back to rhythm, lack no wisdom, Track di kingdom, stack di prism. Soulful blues, soul-full bruise, Whole truth choose, old roots use. Pain-brain chain, chain-brain pain, Train through strain till rain bring gain. Name reclaim, flame remain, Memory rise from ancestral pain. Egharevba wrote — make the whole world note; Ink no sink, make the deep thought link. History’s throat fit shake di boat, But truth still float when the old drums quote. \[03 — HOOK: XOULFUL BLUES REVELATION\] Female Lead · Male Call-and-Response · Full Band Enters FEMALE LEAD — CRY-SING: Ohhh, Black Rhythm — Wey dey bleed but still dey breed! MALE RESPONSE: Xoulful Blues — Wey dey weep but still dey lead! BOTH — BUILD TO FULL VOICE Revolution — from the bottom, From the ground, profound! Juju sound — no be noise, Na declaration, unbound! We no dey beg for freedom — We dey declare am! We no dey ask for rhythm — We be the carrier! From Benin bronze to Mississippi blues, Different roads, different shoes. Different histories, different views — Still we dey search for the truth through the blues! \[04 — VERSE TWO: THE BLUEPRINT STACK\] Bass Deepens · Guitar Answers the Lead · Rhythm Section Locks In Blueprint, blackprint, trackprint, factprint, Crack di silence — still we print. Print di truth, imprint di youth, Carry di evidence, connect di roots. Source and force, no divorce from source; Remorse no fit rewrite the course. Low-tone body, body-tone soul, Whole-tone story wey the drums control. From the creek to the field, from the field to the street — Different histories. One rhythm wey dey beat. \[05 — BRIDGE: JUJU XOUND DECLARATION\] Talking Drums Only · Spoken Voice · Crowd Response ELDER: Make the drum talk! CROWD: Make body rock! ELDER: Make soul unlock! CROWD: Make old roots knock! ELDER: Old hand! CROWD: New land! ELDER: Same ground! CROWD: New command! ELDER — SHOUTING: DI HAND NO LIE! CROWD: THE DRUM NO DIE! ELDER: This no be entertainment — CROWD: NA ENLIGHTENMENT! ELDER: This no be performance — Na persistence against the silence! Na the transformation of torment into temperance; Na the restoration of memory through remembrance! TALKING DRUMS — FOUR-BAR BREAK \[06 — VERSE THREE: THE REVOLUTION TURBO\] Spiritual technology, physical pathology, Mystical methodology, historical chronology. Ancestral amplification, cultural cultivation, Radical reclamation, soulful revolution. Resist, insist, persist, exist; Assist, enlist — make we never desist. Twist the script, but the truth no fit slip; We dey build from the root, no dey abandon the ship. Depression, suppression, oppression, expression; Confession, procession, lesson, possession. From origin to beginning, From beginning to believing, From believing to becoming, From becoming to creating — From creativity to complexity, From complexity to connectivity, From connectivity to belonging — \[Guitar weep enters softly.\] \[07 — FINAL OUTRO: FROM ROOT TO REVELATION\] Full Band · and Juju Guitar Glide · Drum Knock on Each Phrase From root to blues, From blues to bruise, From bruise to choose, From choose to cruise. From chain to change, From change to range, From range to rearrange — Make memory break the cage! From Black to back, From back to track, From track to stack, From stack to impact! \[Talking drum answers each line. Bass holds. Guitar cries.\] Cotton field — Waffi creek — Bini street; Different ground, but the pulse still beat. Chain gang — palm-oil trade — brass we made; Tell the whole truth of the price we paid. Juju Guitar weep, talking drum speak, Soul still strong when the roots run deep. Memory no sleep, destiny no cheap — The promise we carry na the future we keep. MELODY CARRY HARMONY! MEMORY CARRY DESTINY! \[Female voice, distant and soulful.\] Oshere talk... Omele rock... Zombie knack... Mrs. Olololo DEY shake & unlock — & rebounce.. Surround.. All-around.. \[Drums build. Elder voice returns.\] From the ancient source to the future generation, From the wounded memory to the new creation, From the rhythm of the people to the world's revelation — \[All instruments stop. One solitary talking-drum strike.\] GOD IS IN THE WORK AS AFRO-JUJU CONTINUES! \[Whispered fade.\]