Concert Program

Concert Program

Music by Joel Thompson
Text by Langston Hughes, Emma Lazarus, and students of Freedom High School Chorus (Orlando, FL)

Kelci Hahn, Lindsay Patterson Abdou, soloists

Yo sueño de un nuevo amanecer
(Spanish: I dream of a new dawn)

Who are you that mumbles in the dark
and who are you that draws your veil
across the stars?

Mage anagatha sinduwa
(Sindhala: I sing for the future)

Umaasa ako no may pagbabago
(Filipino: I hope there is a change)

‘Atamanaa ‘an albashar yatealam an yu hib
(Arabic: I hope that people can learn to love)

Eu canto porque estou livre
(Portugese: I sing because I am free)

I’m the one that dreamt a dream
while still a serf of kings
A dream so strong, so brave, so true
that even yet it sings, even yet it sings
To build a homeland of the free.
Give me your tired, give me your poor.

Wŏ mèngxiăngzhe měihăo de wèilái
(Mandarin: I dream of a better future)

Seigi wo motomete
(Japanese: I hope for justice)

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

Ich singe für eine Flucht aus der Welt
(German: I sing for an escape from the world)

Còn uoć mong hoà binh
(Vietnamese: I dream of peace)

Give me the wretched refuse, of your teeming shore.

Mwen chante pou lapè sou Latè
(Haitian Creole: I sing for peace)

Send these to me!
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

For all the songs we’ve sung,
And all the dreams we’ve dreamed,
America was never America to me,
And yet I swear; America will be!

Music by Cristian Larios
Text by Cristian Larios and the ‘Know and Exercise Your Rights’ presentation of The Chicago Legal Protection Fund Community Navigator Fund

Natalie Gonzalez, Anthony Moreno, Mariah Rae, David Morales, speakers

If you are detained by ICE, remain silent.
You have the right to not say anything.
You have the right to call an attorney
or emergency contact.
You have the right to call your consulate.
You have the right to find out your Alien Number.

Todos tenemos estos derechos (We all have those rights)

This house was built on dreams,
And fear, and hope, and the unknown.

This house was built on love,
And tradition, and food.

In this house, we harbor “Drug lords” and “rapist” And “illegals” and “aliens”

If ICE comes to your home,
do not open the door.
You are NOT required to open the door
unless ICE has a warrant signed by a judge.
Ask them to show you the warrant - slide it under the door or hold it up to the window.
Write down the agents’ badge numbers and vehicles’ license plate numbers.

In this house, we harbor tias,
and primos, and hermanas.
In this house, we harbor innovators,
and workers, and dreamers.

Dios te bendiga. (God bless you)

Music & Lyrics by Alexander Lloyd Blake

Annie Miller and Gregory Fletcher, soloists

1, 2, 3
1 and 2 and 3
One. I'm sitting here facing 25 to life
Two. You met up with some friends and got in a fight
Three. You know that the system is made to throw us away
Nothing has changed

Oh, One. But that was 15 years ago
Two. You stole some socks cuz' our babies' feet were cold
Three. Didn't know that the sins of my past would come back ten-fold
Life no parole

Oh, Three. How can you call this a crime?
Two. They're saying one more time, they'll give me life
Strike. Three, two, one
Oh we're running out of time!

A system broken, Many years stolen
For a petty crime, 25 to life
Locked Away, Forgotten
There's no room to forgive in a law that stems from pain
Fear and justice aren't the same, no
Where is there room for grace when the law says 1 2 3,
3 to life?

All of my, all of my Life

This law, this system broken
too many years are stolen why
The cost must match the price
not a life, 3 to life

Music by Shawn Kircher
Text by Sylvia Plath

Hannah Lewis, David Morales, soloists

Isaac Visoutsy, violin 1
Sarah Tatman, violin 2
Amira Bennett, viola
Jean-Paul Barjon, cello

Shawn Kirchner, piano

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is,

how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness,
lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls,
this bed, these hands.
I am nobody;
I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name
and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up
and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free—
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you.
Before they came the air was calm
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them
They concentrate my attention the way a river
Snags and eddies around a sunken,
rusted engine

The tulips are too red in the first place,
they hurt me.
Their redness talks to my wound,
it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float,
though they weigh me down,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth
of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart:
it opens and closes.
It’s a bowl of red blooms,
out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm,
and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

Music by Joe Trapanese

I. We Know

Text by Andri Snœr Maganason, from the plaque "A Letter to the Future" placed by geologists and scientists on barren ground at the former glacier Okjökull in Iceland.

Ok is the first Icelandic glacier
to lose its status as a glacier.
In the next 200 years, all our glaciers are 
expected to follow the same path.
This monument is to acknowledge that we know 
what is happening and what needs to be done
Only you know if we did it.

II. How Dare You

Text by Greta Thunberg, from her speech to the United Nations on 23 September 2019 and her speech to a climate rally in Edmonton (Alberta, Canada) on 18 October 2019.

How dare you!

People are suffering.
People are dying.
Entire ecosystems are collapsing.

We are in the beginning of a mass extinction,
and all you can talk about is money and
fairy tales of eternal economic growth.

How dare you!

You are failing us.
But the young people are starting
to understand your betrayal.
The eyes of all future generations are upon you.
And if you choose to fail us, I say:

We will never forgive you.

We will not let you get away with this.
Right here, right now is where we draw the line.
The world is waking up.
And change is coming, whether you like it or not.
We’re doing this because our future is at stake.

Music & Lyrics by Sam Cooke
Arrangement by Tehillah Alphonso

Kristen Simpson, conductor
Tehillah Alphonso, Alexander Lloyd Blake, Natalie Gonzalez, Greg Fletcher, soloists

Isaac Visoutsy, violin 1
Sarah Tatman, violin 2
Amira Bennett, viola
Jean-Paul Barjon, cello
David Li, piano

I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh, and just like the river
I've been running ever since

It's been a long
A long time coming
But I know a change gonna come
Oh, yes it will

It's been too hard living
But I'm afraid to die
'Cause I don't know what's up there
Beyond the sky

It's been a long...

I go to the movie
And I go downtown
Somebody keep telling me
Don't hang around
It's been a long...

Then I go to my brother
And I say, brother, help me please
But he winds up, knockin' me
Back down on my knees

Oh, there been times that I thought
I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able, to carry on

It's been a long…

Music & Lyrics by Alex Wurman

Anna Crumley, Darrell Morris, soloists

The child within shows not a glimpse of pain.
Holding all of it in, mighty child refrain
The powers that be are all a bit insane
Swallowing what is free, cutting off the main.
You can’t have known you ran to hide.
And now you’ve grown, your memories died.

Conform he must fall in and stay in line
He won’t betray their trust, his needs must realign.
They push and shove their spirit is confined
keep searching out for their love.
And they will be just fine.

It’s time to free my body and my mind.
The happier I’ll be when the nurturing is mine.
Be calm, provide, with my tenderness to give,
the hurting will subside and I’ll be free to live.
I can’t have known you ran to hide
and now that I have grown,
I know I’m not alone.

Music by Melissa Dunphy
Text by Claudia D. Hernandez
ASL Interpretation by Neil Cordova

This is where we found
our home away from home.
This is where we belong.
Mother Earth, who feeds us all,
takes our roots no matter how long,
she’s whisp’ring:
This is where you belong.

Resist! Resist! Resist! Resist!
Pelea con diente y madre!
She’s whisp’ring:
this is where you belong, Dreamer!
She’s whisp’ring: this is where you belong.

Music & Lyrics by Roman GianArthur

Roman GianArthur, soloist
David Li, piano

Please see me.

Starin’ at the wall, Prayin’ to a poster
Askin’ for an answer to how to make it over
Funny how the room full of total strangers
Can make you feel at home and ease the burdens that you came with

Yeah, so Build me up, Help me stand
I’m out of touch, I need a hand
In the dark I feel alone
Shine a light on my soul.

Livin’ life alone, Keepin’ it together
Ain’t as easy when you in a time of stormy weather
Funny how a prayer reaches to your neighbor
And even has the power to change a sinner to a savior

Tryin’ to catch the rhythm, I’m tryin’ to make it over
I’m not the only one leanin’ on your shoulder
We all need to hear a word, need somebody to bring me home
To carry home