Archive entry · NB-0002
The Call
Nubian Beats
Cinematic · 5:22 · 70 BPM
Description
A cinematic Afro-spiritual soul record exploring the search for the divine feminine in a disconnected modern world. The trumpet in this song is not just an instrument — it is a spiritual signal echoing across continents, cultures and civilizations. From the deserts of the Sahel to the mountains of Ethiopia, from Egypt to Juba and across the diaspora, this song reflects on emotional balance, grounded femininity and the longing for authentic connection. 🎺 “Can the world still hear the call?”
The story behind the song
This is the story of a divine masculine who is grounded in himself and is looking for an equal divine feminine to complement them. But it is not an easy task - hence the call. The turmpet call that is looking for all divine feminines everywhere.
Lyrics
(Trumpet Intro) Hmmmmm… Oh divine feminine… Can you hear the trumpet calling? Hmmmmm… (Verse 1) I don’t need a woman loud, I need a woman grounded Soft eyes… but her spirit never folded She can walk through storms Without becoming the thunder Can hold a man down Without pulling him under Intuitive… She can feel what ain’t spoken Reads energy quiet Before the words even open Strong boundaries But her heart still warm Can walk away smiling If the vibe ain’t pure no more She knows her herbs Knows the moon and the timing Knows when to rest Knows when silence is guidance Magnetic… But she don’t chase attention And every room gets calm When she enters the section (Pre-Chorus) Hmm… Where are you hiding? This world too noisy Too many souls pretending Hmm… Can you hear my trumpet? Calling you home again… (Chorus) Where are you my divine feminine? Do I have to kiss a thousand frogs to meet you? I crossed the deserts I crossed the oceans Still searching… I looked through the Sahel But found none Southern Africa Still found none Went to Ethiopia… Thought I saw you there Egypt too… Amira came close But still not quite you So I went back home… Juba… Nyaluak came close But my spirit said: “Not yet…” (Trumpet Interlude) Ohhhhh… Can you hear me now? Hmmmmm… (Verse 2) I don’t need perfect I just need authentic Not addicted to approval Or fake aesthetics Not needy Not manipulative Not weaponizing pain Just to feel significant Vulnerable… Yet never defenseless Soft femininity Mixed with divine presence Open and trusting But not naïve Can forgive a wound Without forgetting herself completely She flows through life Like rivers surrender No forcing… No chaos… No desperate pressure And she knows… A real king don’t need controlling So she brings peace Instead of emotional policing (Pre-Chorus) Hmm… Where are you hiding? This world too fractured Too many masks surviving Hmm… Can you hear my trumpet? Calling balance back again… (Chorus) Where are you my divine feminine? Do I have to kiss a thousand frogs to meet you? I crossed the deserts I crossed the oceans Still searching… Europe… Canada… America… Australia… So many faces But where your soul at? I’m not searching for beauty I’m searching for alignment A woman whose spirit Still dances with creation (Bridge – Beat Drops Softer) Maybe you’re somewhere healing Maybe the world made you hide Maybe you got tired Of performing all the time Maybe you still exist Under all this noise Waiting for a trumpet To remind you who you are… (Final Chorus – Bigger Emotion) Rise now divine feminine… The world has enough confusion Enough wounded hearts Enough broken unions Rise now divine feminine… The kings are tired of war We don’t want performance no more We want truth at the core I crossed the deserts I crossed the nations Still hearing your echo… And until the search is over… I’ll keep sounding this trumpet… (Outro) Hmmmmm… Can you hear it? Hmmmmm… The call… The call… The call… (Trumpet fades into distance)