Cécile Doo-Kingué

Cécile Doo-Kingué

 
Montréal, Quebec, CAN
BandBluesSinger/Songwriter

Blues meets World with a deep funk pocket. Slick fretwork, suave vocals and clever lyrics. A must hear!

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Biography

On record or on stage, Ccile Doo-Kingu takes us deep into a series of musical grooves. Considered one of Montreals most electrifying guitarists by local press and groove aficionados, Ccile Doo-Kingu blends blues, soul and afro-folk to create a unique sound. Born in New York City, first generation from Cameroon, she has lived in France, USA and is now an adopted Montrealer. This meeting of cultures is reflected in the eclecticism of her music. Her bewitching, incomparable fretwork and deep, suave voice are no longer secret to Montreals night-owls. Ccile has sizzled and dazzled with Montreal cult bands Dibondoko and Aliens, played or recorded with Montreal Jubilation Choir, Bernard Purdie, Tricia Foster, Cindy Doire, Soul City, United Steel Workers of Montreal to name but a few, and has opened for Manu Dibango and Youssou NDour. In 2008, Cecile and Gern f. of USWM started Chick Pickin Mondays, a night promoting women singer-songwriters.

In 2010,Ccile releases her first solo album, Freedom Calling, to critical acclaim. Later that year, CBC commissions Ccile to write Home, a song on immigration. The album is nominated for 3 SOBA Awards and a Lys Blues. Ccile toured the album coast to coast for 50 dates for her 2011 Discovering Home Tour, as well as in Europe, and grooved many blues, jazz and folk festivals leaving a deep impression on audiences and organizers alike. October 2012, Cecile launches Gris, her first french album, a raw and intimate soul-blues collection, again to critical acclaim.
Regardless of subject matter, mood or language, whether on a festival stage or a small town pub, Ccile captivates you with sincerity while her sound soothes body and soul.

Lyrics

Mama

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

MAMA

Mama don't need no money 'cause Mama don't pay no bills
Mama don't work no 9 to 5, just sits on the window sill
Mama don't raise her children 'cause Mama, she just can't deal
Sometimes I wonder if Mama still feels

Mama's always got an opinion, though Mama don't live her life
Gets it all from television and the bible's golden lines
Mama don't see her boulder but she'll stick your needle in you
Do as she say not as she do

Mama's running out of options so Mama tends to lose control
Venom is her ammunition: she lost her mind you'll lose your soul
Mama she may be family but when water runs through them veins
It's hard to remember we share the same name

Rise

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

RISE

We're fighting wars we don't remember why we're fighting
Locked into the rhythm of a hatred dance
We're killing children for the fear of what they're learning
Sacrifice a nation to perpetuate a lie
Infecting people to ensure a higher earning
Poorest lands have always been rich man's dumping ground
Rhetoric is blinding when delivered with a messianic shine

For all the innocent whose blood was spilt on the wrong side of the fence
And all the innocent whose blood was spilt in self-defense
I ask you to

Rise all and every people
For those who gave their life for you
Rise all and every people
No matter the reason false or true
They died for you

Enslaving minds to breed the fear of the unknown
Ignorance is power's wings, from what the past has shown
Our inner borders are the hardest ones to cross
So we externalize them, let the others pay the cost
There is no us and them, there only is a we
The day we realize this is the day we'll all be free
Conscience is binding, especially when it's not your ass that's on the line

For all the innocent whose blood was spilt on the wrong side of the fence
And all the innocent whose blood was spilt in self-defense
I ask you to

Rise all and every people
For those who gave their life for you
Rise all and every people
No matter the reason false or true
They died for you

Not Around

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

NOT AROUND

I miss your naughty hands stroking my thighs
I miss your thirsty lips and hungry eyes
I miss you moanin' when I'm shaking your ground
I miss your body trembling
When you're not around

I spend my mornings pacing the hall
Chain-smoking cigarettes, hoping you'll call
I need some reassurance that you're homeward bound
'Cause I can't seem to function
When you're not around

Help me!
I'm like a junkie & I'm jonesin' for your love
Help me!
You're an obsession & I just can't get enough

I miss your solace when I wake in the night
Haunted by the visions of the demons inside
I miss you looking when I need to be found
I'm lost in self-destruction
When you're not around

Freedom Calling

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

FREEDOM CALLING

Clean shirt, new shoes, tight jeans and a $50 smile to sell
And a pocket full of dreams to make up for the other's emptiness
Blue sky, hot day, open road to a tale I hope to live to tell
Leave my shadow behind, brighter days are coming up ahead

Freedom is calling, freedom is calling
I can hear Freedom calling, who knows how long it's gonna ring
My life is waiting, my life is waiting
So no more wasting time settling instead of being

Tried hard, didn't work, said goodbye with a heavy heart & broken mind
Tried to drown for a while, gin & tonic, double twist of lime
Woke up one day, no roof, just a scared & lost forsaken child
Not a clue, not a dime, 'til an angel touched me deep inside

Freedom was calling, freedom was calling
I could hear freedom calling, who knows how long it's gonna ring
My life is waiting, my life is waiting
So couldn't waste more time settling instead of being

All it takes is a dollar & a dream, that's what they try to sell you anyway
But at some point, you gotta decide:
Do you act or do you wait and pray?
Will there come a day?

Dachshund Blues

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

Dachshund Blues

I don't know why they wanna leave me alone from morning 'til the end of the day
They pat me on the head, throw me a bone like that's supposed to make it okay
As much I like strokin', I need more than that for lovin'
Especially when it only happens after dark
I wish that we could get away, even if just for a day
Spend some time and play in the park

They get angry when I try to explain why I don't like being left behind
They choke my collar when I bark out of rage
They beat me when I'm sad and I whine
At least they leave me lots of toys like leather goods and a persian rug
To litter when I really gotta go
And of course, there is the Serta™ which makes nap time so much betta
Especially with a clean puffy pillow

You roll over, play dead, beg a little, get fed
Puppy dog life can be easy
But the flea bites ,and ear mites, and big cats who wanna fight
Give a little dachshund the blues

Come Undone

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

Some days you wake up with the warmth of a smile, feeling like a kid again
It's amazing how quick you age reading the morning paper
Another mass shooting in a college dorm
Thousands left homeless by an angry storm
Another murdered immigrant who took the wrong way home

My inner-child believes that a change is gonna come
But my older eyes only see a people come undone

Condos taking over, dispossessions left and right
So tourists can walk the streets safe at night
Hide the tricks and junkies, out of sight out of mind
Their fair trade is a swindle but they make us compromise
In recession cheaper' s better no matter the price
If your people go hungry all you gotta do is feed 'em lies

My inner-child believes that a change is gonna come
That if we fight for social justice we'll win when all is said and done
That if united in the struggle there is nothing we can't overcome
But my older eyes only see a people come undone

I don't believe that with a cutter you can hijack a plane
But I guess the perfect goat did scape
We played follow the leader to a liar 'cause he legitimized our fears and hate
Now with Big Brother as our keeper we're all enemies of the state
Is the dream of domination worth the freedoms that we burned and we burn
At the stake

Ma's Kitchen

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

MA'S KITCHEN
Cooking is Mama's pride and joy
Just her meat pies alone turn every man into a boy
And that sweet potato pie makes every woman feel divine
But if you treasure what God gave you, don't try to find what she put inside
'Cause you'd be headin' for an ass whoopin'
If you tried steppin into Ma's kitchen

Legend is that's how my daddy died
Tryin' to snatch a little piece of Ma's chicken pot pie
He wanted to impress his #2 with that sweet voodoo that Ma do
But everybody knows it's a death-wish to try to steal Ma's food
He was headin' for an ass whoopin'
When he tried steppin into Ma's kitchen
Oh he got himself an ass whoopin'
When he went steppin' into Ma's kitchen

Ma put the' soul' in soul food
Ma put the 'yeah ' in yams
The local swine line up at the butcher to volunteer to be her ham
But Ma don't take no messin' & if she catch ya you'll be tasting her spoon
And it sure don't matter how much cushion on your bottom
'Cause you won't be sittin' anytime soon

Smith & Wesson fear her knives
A perpetrator found out the hard way breaking in late one night
Ma's got a secret weapon that she leaves sittin' on the stove
The sweet smell keeps you distracted while she knocks you out cold
Oh he got himself an ass whoopin'
When he went steppin' into Ma's kitchen

Ma's home cooking is the spice of life
It doesn't take a second helping to make you feel alright
but don't you ever cross her 'cause she won't leave nothing on ice
She'll cut your ass up like a chicken neck & then serve it to you on rice
'Cause you're sure to get an ass whoopin' when you're mis-stepping in Ma's kitchen

Lettre à personne

Written By: Cecile Doo-Kingue

Lettre à personne

J'ai trouvé mon beau trésor enfoui dans ton passé
Coffret et boîte de Pandore, tout à perdre ou à gagner
Cas de conscience d'avoir à choisir entre amour et amitié

Le temps s'arrête dans ses bras, le monde disparaît entre ses cuisses
Mon âme trébuche dans son regard mais trouve la paix au fond de ses vices
Le temps de se faire une douce violence s'est transformé en sacrifice

J' veux pas danser avec le diable, mais j' peux pas m'en empêcher
Je sens en moi grandir une flamme qui entre amis est un péché
J' veux pas serrer la main du diable, mais j' peux pas m'en empêcher

J'ai connu un bel essor plongée dans ses baisers
De douces caresses qui brûlent encore nos deux corps éloignés
J'y ai laissé morsures et larmes en essayant de ne pas tomber

Passer des nuits blanches de plaisir, vivre des jours noirs de cafard
Ne pas être maître de ses désirs, offrir son coeur à l'abattoir
Belle romance que je refuse de vivre dans le placard

J' veux pas danser avec le diable, mais j' peux pas m'en empêcher
Je sens en moi grandir une flamme qui entre amis est un péché
J' veux pas serrer la main du diable, mais j' peux pas m'en empêcher

Je t'aime assez pour me faire violence, je l'aime assez pour me priver
J'attendrai en cruel silence que l'heure du deuil soit bien passée
En espérant la délivrance de pouvoir tout lui donner

Discography

Gris, 2012
Freedom Calling, 2010
Akoustik EP, 2008
Dibondoko, Dibondoko 2006

Set List

Original compositions. Solo acoustic set varies from trio set. Covers are a possibility.