“Power” by Danielle Ponder out now on Dead Oceans Stream “Power”: https://danielle-ponder.lnk.to/power
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Credits: Director: Fede Kortez @fedekortez DOP: Oualid Abdellaoui @oualidvls Producer: Rokhaya Faye @korokhaya Editor: Oualid Abdellaoui @oualidvls Color grading: Fede Kortez @fedekortez / Oualid Abdellaoui @oualidvls Lighting: Malick Diagne @miilkyyy_ Assist Camera: Samba Ndoye @sambaiverson BTS Photography: Raymond Jones @r_jonesjr Head Stylist: Rokhaya Faye @korokhaya Assist. Stylist: Lena Konate @lena_konate, Lavasha Thomas @flyaway_with_vay Make up Artist: Mam Art @mamart_collection Hair Artist: Elisa Niouky @afrobabiesn Special thanks to: Sel du Lac restaurant @sel_du_lac La Penderie de MAAM @lapenderie_de_maam GRINGO CUSTUM @gringo_custum Models: Milo Ndour @milo_ndour, Pape Ndiaye @iam.pape_sn, Gnagna Ngom @african_muse_, Formose Mendy @fidelformose, Lumumba Sankara @lumumba_sankara_, Ousmane Dieng @sn.usman, Peinda Sarr @callmepindo, Amy Collé Niang @miss_ameenah__modele, Madické Seck @iam_madicke, Adama Dieng @asensio7540, Oumy Cissé @oumy_cisse18, Nafissa Ndour @im_fina_top_model, Maalaw Fall
Produced by Danielle Ponder and Ernest C. Franklin
Mixed by Ben H. Allen III for MakeRecordsNotBombs at Maze Studios ATL
Mix Assistants: Kegan Krogh and Sully Allen
Piano and Organ by Avis
Reese Background
Vocals by Quashana Ponder
Spoken Word by Reenah Oshun Golden
Lyrics: (Power, you can’t see my power)
(You can’t see my)
Black power in the Mississippi Delta
Black power when Mary sing shelter
Pulling up in the streets of Kampala
There’s a calling for the sons and the daughters
Black power on the surface of the moon
Black power in Jesus too
Breaking bread, collard greens with my suya
Feet stomping, praise the lord hallelujah
I come from the beginning of sound and time
We don’t have the same gods, my people could fly
It’s just that ancestral coolness
Pulling up in cool whips, living like there ain’t no time
Devils in a stupor trying to get the scoop on how the black soul survive
Well, from Dakar to the Carolinas, can’t you see that the spirit guides us
I got two million souls around me, take a bow put the crown on me
Black is that little space we find in the dark each night,
without a light, in the bend of dark arms
Safe from trauma, grief, and strife
Black is the color of real jungle fever in Belize, Tanzania, or Papua New Guinea
Sweaty black bodies swinging wildly, uninhibited, unashamed, unabashedly free
Black is the color of the Atlantic floor
The complexion of the sky god directly north
It is the sunset, horizon disappearing into Ontario lake
Black is block parties, speakers blasting Black bass beats over knotted, nappy heads
Carnival drums swirling Black rhythms around hips
And barefoot soles stained deep in shades of red
Black is the color, black is the color of love
