The Price Of Consciousness

by MATY SOUL

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The recording was done the vintage way, capturing a sound and warmth that have
become rare today. Recording sessions were held in Paris. The Album was mixed in Philadelphia and Los Angeles. During the process, Maty Soul also travelled to New York and Kingston Jamaïca, giving her album a special worldwide flavor.

“The Price Of Consciousness” features contributions from some of the most talented session musicians - Drummer Gene Lake (Meshell Ndegeocello, Maxwell), bassist Michel Alibo, singer Karen Bernod (Mary J Blige, Chaka Khan), producer Rashad Smith (Lauryn Hill, Notorious B.I.G., Erykah Badu) - and engineers in the game, including Grammy winning Jon Smeltz (Dave Chappelle's Block Party, Al Green...) and Russell Elevado (Alicia Keys, Common, D'Angelo's "Voodoo", Bilal...). All of them contributed their invaluable experience to That Natural High (the producers and
composers consisting of Maty Soul and Walking Bass). Walking Bass is also featured as a rapper on two songs. Guitarist Eric Delval is the arranger.

Maty Soul's first full-length LP is a thought-provoking collection of songs consisting of fourteen tracks, no fillers. It features lyrics about social awareness, multiracialism and love. She dedicates "Enfants De Martin Luther King" to that human rights icon, covers Bob Marley's "War" and also pays tribute to Lauryn Hill by singing "Forgive Them Father" as an interlude.

The album's title basically expresses that taking the path of conscience is not an easy choice. One may pay for not fitting in with the crowd and not keeping silent about things that matter. But most importantly by choosing this path, one will open the doors of Freedom, and Truth, in an intense life.

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released September 21, 2010

Maty Soul : Lead vocal & Background vocals
Karen Bernod : Background vocals
Walking Bass : Rap (5, 11)
Gene Lake : Drums
Hîndo (1) & Rashad "Ringo" Smith (2) : Drum Programming
Stéphane Edouard : Percussion
Michel Alibo & Jean-Pierre Thierry (1, 11) : Bass
Eric Delval : Guitar
Guillaume Poncelet : Keyboards and Trumpet (1, 5, 8, 9, 12)
Boris Pokora : Saxophone (8, 9, 12)

Karen Bernod appears courtesy of Natively Creative Music
Gene Lake appears courtesy of Gene Lake Music Ltd.
Rashad "Ringo" Smith appears courtesy of Dirty Jeans Records Inc.
Gene Lake plays Premier Drums

All songs produced by THAT NATURAL HIGH

Recorded by Jordan Kouby at Question De Son (Paris), March/April 2008.

Mixed and engineered by Jon Smeltz (1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 11, 13, 14) at The Studio (Philadelphia, PA), October 2008.

Mixed by Russell "The Dragon" Elevado (3, 10, 11, 12) at Wren Drive (Canyon, CA), September 2008 and January 2009.

Mastered by Tom Coyne at Sterling Sound (New York, NY), May 2009

All songs written and composed by Maty Soul
Except tracks 4, 10, 12 : Written and composed by Walking Bass
Track 6 : Written by Maty Soul, Walking Bass & Jean-Marc Simon and composed by Walking Bass
Track 7 : Written and composed by Lauryn Hill
Track 8 : Written and composed by Carlton Barrett & Alan Cole
Track 11 : Written By Maty Soul & Walking Bass and composed by Maty Soul
Track 14 : Written by Maty Soul and composed by Maty Soul & Eric Delval
All Musical arrangements by Eric Delval except tracks 7, 8, 13, 14. All Background Vocal arrangements by Maty Soul & Eric Delval

All songs published by No Waiting In Vain except Track 7 published by Sony Atv Tunes LCC / Obverse Creation Music Inc. and Track 8 published by Fifty-Six Hope Road Music, Ltd. / Odnil Music, Ltd.

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Track Name: My Mind Went To The 70s
Monday morning, I wake up and check, yeah we’re in 2008.
I am not hopeless
Cause I hear some people shouting in the streets.
So I phone my sweet heart
N’ tell him we have things to do.
Then I grab my leather jacket n’ join him at the vinyl store.

Cause my mind went to 70s,
Where no cop can steal my ideas.
Listening to Marvin n’ Martin,
Fighting for my woman’s rights!

One LP later, Ella Fitzgerald’ be with me all day long.
Coming out the store,
I’m looking for voices I’ve heard before.
By surprise those people seem
To drag themselves from a deep sleep.
Then I see queen Coretta, in the crowd, calling me!

Cause my mind went to 70s,
Where no cop can steal my ideas.
Listening to Marvin n’ Martin,
Fighting for my woman’s rights!

Make this 21st century
Proud of its redemption songs n’ freedom deeds.
Time works for lying men…
They can raise my taxes again for what I’m singing I guess..!

Chorus….

Free Angela Davis, Free Angela Davis!...
Track Name: Herbal Tea
All I do is drink some herbal tea, patiently
And I eat a lot of chocolate but organic.
All I do is make my music with my feelings.
I’m waiting for unity n’ peace for our souls.


All I want is real emotions, free sensations.
Is it still possible?
Take fresh fruits from the tree, drink some juice without colouring.
Is it possible?

And I’m waiting for mind n’ body’s peace.
N’ I don’t want more. This how I feel!

All I do is drink some herbal tea, patiently
And I eat a lot chocolate but organic.
All I do is make my music with my feelings.
I’m waiting for unity n’ peace for our souls.


All they make is brain pollution, money illusions.
Must we wait for the worst?
Our children won’t share love if th’ shelter not safe anymore.
Must we pray “in god we trust” on dollars ?

And I’m waiting for mind n’ body’s peace
.N’ I don’t want more. This how I feel!

I’m not smoking but I’m drinking a lot of herbal tea!
Track Name: Bad Time
You belong to lethargics, never be frustrated.
You stopped believing in human beings.
N’ I don’t want this bad time n’ you don’t want it either,
If you could see where we were…


And I say, please babe,
Make some noise in this castle of silence.
Please babe, I don’t want this bad time
Where fear comes knocking at the door
N’ you feel so damned insecure.


Can’t go on with nihilism, individualists.
Those who don’t trust neither in rebellion.
N’ I don’t want this bad time where people are dazed with lies
N’ never try to shout.


And I say, please babe,
Make some noise in this castle of silence!
Please babe, I don’t want this bad time
Where fear comes knocking at the door
N’ you feel so damned insecure.

Are we all in a coma? Can't see light's down?
Or falling in the sofa, can't turn off propaganda.
All powers cristalized in icons,
They wanna make us believe that their choice is the one
We've decided for us. And It works.
Revolution frightens people, brainwashing's well done.
Like they did for newcomers or killed the Black Panthers.
But revolution is evolution and people, you, me,
Can make it with consciousness and Love
Against silence, distrust and gloves.
Like they did for newcomers, like first killed the Black Panthers.
Are we all in a coma?

Please, please, please, please!
Please babe, Make some noise in this castle of silence!
Please babe, I don’t want this bad time
Where fear comes knocking at the door
N’ you feel so damned insecure.…
Track Name: In My Village
Whether sky ov’ your head is blue or grey,
Your journey being short or long distance.
Whether joy or blues be in your luggage
You, visitor, are welcome to my village.

You’ll have an ear to listen if will is share.
‘F you wish to wash then you will find a well.
Following the path made of stones will lead
To a hut for guests near the pawpaw tree.


I know you arrived here by mistake,
For next time I’ll give you the right way.
Forgot to mention, I must say,
Music, the name of my village.

You have a place, a place
Where you can stay and stay.
You have a place where you can stay.
A place in my village!


I will break before you my daily bread.
Fruits n’ vegetables on table await.
For you fish caught from the sea this morning
And water was collected from the rain.

If weak you won’t leave ‘till you got more strength.
Policy here is go at your own pace.
You shall feel free as if you had escaped.
In my village, I swear, there’s no sheriff!
Track Name: I Breathe Like That
My eyes are blue cause I look too much at the sky.
My lips are pink cause I’ve been sipping so much sorrel.
My voice's not clear cause my peace of mind
is still not here…
And I am talking shit, for the reason I’ll explain…


Yes, I don’t care what I look like.
My skin is too light, my skin is too dark?
My booty size,
My feelings!... N’ I breathe like that!

Cause we’re the same, humans, always searching for the reasons why.


Truth is I would like t’ pick up my afro sometimes,
But my hair is definitely straight
n’ a high quality wig so expensive!
N’ now I can hear you say: “This girl is totally crazy!”
But I keep talking that shit,
for the reason you’ve just said!

Chorus…

Breathe, breathe, breathe! Cause I don’t care ‘bout what you say now, right now!

Breathe, breathe, breathe! Cause I don’t care ‘bout what I look like, now, right now!
Track Name: Enfants De Martin Luther King feat. Walking Bass
Martin Luther King, tu as fait un rêve, j’ai fait le même,
Dans lequel noirs et blancs vivent ensemble.
Dans lequel les jours sombres d’hier
Laissent place à la lumière d’une terre promise.
Martin Luther King, tu étais dangereux !
Tu fus de ceux qui, par leur engagement, portent la révolution en eux !
Il n’est donc pas vain qu’on te commémore.
Même l’amnésique doit avoir ton image dans sa mémoire.
Tu peux compter sur moi je conterais des avancées qu’il y a
Mais pas assez pour qu’on se taise.
Je conterais comment tu as fait connaître ta cause
Au monde entier.
Comment la non-violence dictait ton existence.
Que souvent l’on panse les plaies des mourants
Qui pensaient aux autres.
J’élèverais mes enfants dans tes valeurs si grandes.
We shall overcome!

Des cars de Montgomery à Washington D.C
Sa révolte, un secours, un rêve si puissant.
Un combat pour l’amour où le crime serait absent.
Nos mémoires sont-elles courtes ou nos acquis suffisent-ils ?
Enfants de Martin Luther ! Notre héritage se perd !
Enfants de Martin Luther ! Ooouu !

Regarde le marbre de sa tombe, et la terre promise s’inonde.
Regarde nous sommes à genoux, même mort, lui est encore debout !

Que fait-on de ce monde des années soixante dix ?
Aujourd’hui sommes nous libres et frères qui s’unissent ?
Entendez vous que grondent ces esprits peut endormis ?
Je chant sa mort pour que sa cause survive.
Enfants de Martin Luther ! Notre héritage se meurt !
Enfants de Martin Luther ! Ooouu !

Regarde le marbre de sa tombe, et la terre promise s’inonde.
Regarde nous sommes à genoux, même mort, lui est encore debout !

We shall overcome ‘cause we’ll walk hand in hand some day.
Track Name: Mr Government
Mr Government, are you really asking why
Some people rebel? when you cheat, rob n’ lie.
Anytime you spit on universal peace,
Devil’s in your head not brought by other hands.

Honestly, you must never have heard ‘bout people’s pains
Cause your ears ring for power words.
Hurricanes can blow but you know where your interests are…
My mind can’t follow all the “Bushit” you sell in bars.

But we struggle for peace you choke! Alright.
Struggle for love you choke! Oh yeah.
We struggle for peace you choke!
Struggle for love you choke!

Lalalalalalalalala la lalalalala…


Mr Government, is there anything you can do
‘Cause I’m tired of the way
The world turns by your anti-groove
Yeah Mr Little French, my father fought during May 68
And when you denigrate our history, I don’t appreciate
I say, say, say, say Mr Government treat us bad
They keep dividing to rule again
Can a new soul change a tradition?
Sort out this hopeless condition.

But we struggle for peace you choke! Alright.
Struggle for love you choke! Oh yeah.
We struggle for peace you choke!
Struggle for love you choke!

Lalalalalalalalala la lalalalala…
Track Name: Love Jones
I know we got this love jones, I feel it down inside.
I know we got this love jones deep down in my heart.


Your absence is really being felt,
I see your face n’ scent your smell.
Have you really left?
Late night talks and midnight love,
Mornings close and daily thoughts.
Invaluable is what you’ve brought.
There is good in stepping out a dream, if enable to see!

I know we got this love jones, I feel it down inside.
I know we got this love jones deep down in my heart. X2


Let’s try to make an alternate take,
Beyond misunderstanding.
‘Cause down in my heart,
‘Know it’s a choice of a life time.
Why be nostalgic ‘bout the past.
Knowing we were on the right path.
There is good in stepping out a dream, if enable to see!

I know we got this love jones, I feel it down inside.
I know we got this love jones deep down in my heart…
Track Name: Eclat D'Ebène Et D'Ivoire feat. Walking Bass
Nos couleurs vivent ensemble, et heureux
Est l’feux de l’ébène et de l’ivoire.
Pourtant certains regards sont haineux,
Des préjugés hantent leur âme.


Que pourrais-je dire pour qu’un jour ils changent ?
Mais pour eux cet amour reste étrange.
Etrangers nous sommes à leurs yeux éborgnés !
Mais nos cœurs battent du bon côté …


A travers les temps et les âges,
L’amour sincère est jugé.
Rien de plus beau que notre métissage !
Nos enfants teints de l’unité.


Que pourrais-je dire pour qu’un jour ils changent ?
Mais pour eux cet amour reste étrange.
Etrangers nous sommes à leurs yeux éborgnés !
Mais nos cœurs battent du bon côté …



Je comprends ce qui t’anime, je comprends ce qui te heurte.
Faisons en sorte que l’avenir soit meilleur.
Que les récalcitrants comprennent qu’il n’y a pas d’étiquette ;
qu’il ne devrait pas y avoir de frontières,
que leur prochain est leur frère.
Que leur Livre est leur dit « aime ».
Rien de ce qui n’existe n’est bizarre.
Il faut que le regard s’adapte,
un processus, une longue grossesse.
Certains ne veulent de son terme
Mais d’invisibles sages-femmes veillent.
Personne ne violera nos décisions,
Nos volontés sont comme des pierres à la construction
des pyramides, debout même après nos morts !
J’entends des questionnements, soyez quiets,
les mulâtres seront qui ils sont.
Le lien entre les ghettos pour un Babel sans orgueil !
Que colombes suivent pigeons voyageurs…


Que pourrais-je dire pour qu’un jour ils changent ?
Mais pour eux cet amour reste étrange.
Etrangers nous sommes à leurs yeux éborgnés !
Mais nos cœurs battent du bon côté
...
Track Name: Rhythm
Remember the very first time I was exposed to Bob Marley.
‘Was standing in the house then I heard Uprising play.
‘Can’t describe the feeling my feet started to dance a strange way.
‘Knew it was gonna be a part of my life from this day.


Riddim ! Heartbeat pulsation.
Riddim ! Mind liberation.
Riddim! Is the air I breathe everyday in my life.
Riddim! Puts you in a mood.
Riddim! Bottom of the groove.
Riddim! Like a remedy, spiritual healing to me…


Africa the Motherland speaks
Through our palms n’ through our feet.
Like a universal language, there are no more boundaries.
The call of the drums will reach you wherever you be.
This is music by the people for the people, feel what I mean!


Riddim ! Heartbeat pulsation.
Riddim ! Mind liberation.
Riddim! Is the air I breathe everyday in my life.
Riddim! Puts you in a mood.
Riddim! Bottom of the groove.
Riddim! Like a remedy, spiritual healing to me…
Track Name: Our Africa
Africa is our motherland
So why do you treat it
N’ you treat it so bad?
So why do you treat it so bad?


History of Africans is not only slavery.
You need to give them back their own dignity.
You need to give us back our own dignity.

Cause we’re all from the same motherland n’ blood.
N’ even if you don’t wanna hear or say,
We’re all from the same land.
N’ even if you don’t wanna hear or say,
We’re all from the same blood.


Africa is our motherland
So why do you treat it
N’ you treat it so bad?
So why do you treat it so bad?


When a good thing happens,
You always wanna credit the whites.
But white is not a colour at all,
It’s a sickness of the brain.
I say to racists all over the world n’ of any colours,
You better watch your brain.

Have you ever talked about the spiritual riches
of our brothers?
You can’t deny it any longer,
We’re like them n’ you’re like us.

Cause we’re all from the same motherland n’ blood…


Africa is our motherland
So why do you treat it
N’ you treat it so bad?
So why do you treat it so bad?
Track Name: Amour Voodoo
Son amour est si fou, il m’ensorcelle comme un sort voodoo.
Ses pensées soufflent mes mots, son éclat rayonne sur ma peau.

Si j’écris ces mots c’est qu’il le faut,
Pour qu’il sache qu’il me hante comme ma musique.
Il m’hypnotise, rend ma vie euphorique.
Peut-être ne le sait-il pas ?

Main dans la main nos couleurs se mélangent on imagine changer le monde.
Même par un temps comme celui-ci, un jour de pluie, seul sur nos têtes le soleil inonde !

Si j’écris ces mots c’est qu’il le faut,
Pour qu’il sache qu’il me hante comme ma musique.
Il m’hypnotise, rend ma vie euphorique.
Peut-être ne le sait-il pas ?