Song 1: “Waving Flag” by K’Naan
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Song Lyrics Packet Song 1: “Waving Flag” by K’Naan When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom, just like a wavin' flag When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh Born to a throne, stronger than Rome A violent prone, poor people zone But it's my home, all I have known Where I got grown, streets we would roam Out of the darkness, I came the farthest Among the hardest survival Learn from these streets, it can be bleak Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat So we struggling, fighting to eat And we wondering when we'll be free So we patiently wait for that fateful day It's not far away, but for now we say When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh So many wars, settling scores Bringing us promises, leaving us poor I heard them say 'love is the way' 'Love is the answer,' that's what they say But look how they treat us, make us believers We fight their battles, then they deceive us Try to control us, they couldn't hold us 'Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers But we struggling, fighting to eat
When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, and then is goes When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, and then it goes And then it goes And everybody will be singing it And you and I will be singing it And we all will be singing it When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, and then it goes When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh When I get older, when I get older I will be stronger just like a wavin' flag Just like a wavin' flag, just like a wavin' flag Flag, flag, just like a wavin' flag Song 2: “The Wind Cries Mary” by Jimi Hendrix After all the jacks are in their boxes And the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on down the street Footprints dressed in red And the wind whispers Mary A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind, it cries Mary The traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags downstream ‘Cause the life that lived is, is dead And the wind screams Mary Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it's wisdom It whispers no, this will be the last And the wind cries Mary Song 3: “Fly Like an Eagle” by Steve Miller Band Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me I want to fly like an eagle Till I'm free Oh, Lord, through the revolution Feed the babies Who don't have enough to eat Shoe the children With no shoes on their feet House the people Livin' in the street Oh, oh, there's a solution I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me I want to fly like an eagle Till I'm free Fly through the revolution Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future I want to fly like an eagle To the sea Fly like an eagle Let my spirit carry me I want to fly like an eagle Till I'm free Fly through the revolution Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' Into the future Song 4: “Mr. Jones” by Counting Crows I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer She dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful So come dance this silence down through the morning Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me Help me believe in anything I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me." Smiling in the bright lights Coming through in stereo When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely I will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful Grey is my favorite color I felt so symbolic yesterday If I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for thatBelieve in me because I don't believe in anything and I want to be someone to believe Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio Yeah we stare at the beautiful women "She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me." I want to be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars.. Song 5: “Anything You Can Do” (Annie Get Your Gun) ANNIE OAKLEY, FRANK BUTLER and CHORUS: ANNIE OAKLEY FRANK BUTLER: Anything you can do, I can do better. I can do anything Better than you. No, you can't. Yes, I can. No, you can't. Yes, I can. No, you can't. Yes, I can, Yes, I can! Anything you can be I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you. No, you're not. Yes, I am. No, you're not. Yes, I am. No, you're NOT!. Yes, I am. Yes, I am! I can shoot a partridge With a single cartridge. I can get a sparrow With a bow and arrow. I can live on bread and cheese. And only on that? Yes. So can a rat! Any note you can reach I can go higher. I can sing anything Higher than you. No, you can't. (High) Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher) Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher) Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher) Yes, I can. (Higher) No, you can't. (Higher) Yes, I CAN! (Highest) Anything you can buy I can buy cheaper. I can buy anything Cheaper than you. Fifty cents? Forty cents! Thirty cents? Twenty cents! No, you can't! Yes, I can, Yes, I can! Anything you can say I can say softer. I can say anything Softer than you. No, you can't. (Softly) Yes, I can. (Softer) No, you can't. (Softer) Yes, I can. (Softer) No, you can't. (Softer) Yes, I can. (Softer) YES, I CAN! (Full volume) I can drink my liquor Faster than a flicker. I can drink it quicker And get even sicker! I can open any safe. Without bein' caught? Sure. That's what I thought-- you crook! Any note you can hold I can hold longer. I can hold any note Longer than you. No, you can't. Yes, I can No, you can't. Yes, I can No, you can't. Yes, I can Yes, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I No, you C-A-A-A--A-A-A-A-A-A-A-N'T-- CA-A-A-A-N! (Cough, cough!) Yes, you ca-a-a-an! Anything you can wear I can wear better. In what you wear I'd look better than you. In my coat? In your vest! In my shoes? In your hat! No, you can't! Yes, I can Yes, I CAN! Anything you say I can say faster. I can say anything Faster than you. No, you can't. (Fast) Yes, I can. (Faster) No, you can't. (Faster) Yes, I can. (Faster) Noyoucan't. (Faster) YesIcan! (Fastest) I can jump a hurdle. I can wear a girdle. I can knit a sweater. I can fill it better! I can do most anything! Can you bake a pie? No. Neither can I. Anything you can sing I can sing sweeter. I can sing anything Sweeter than you. No, you can't. (Sweetly) Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't. (Sweeter) Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't. (Sweeter) Yes, I can. (Sweeter) No, you can't, can't, can't (sweeter) Yes, I can, can, can (Sugary) Yes, I can! No, you can't! Song 6: “There’s a Hole in my Bucket” There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Then fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it. With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, with what? With a stick, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With a stick, dear Henry, dear Henry, with a stick. The stick is too big, dear Liza, dear Liza, The stick is too big, dear Liza, too big, Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Then cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it. With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what? With a hatchet, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With a hatchet, dear Henry, dear Henry, with a hatchet. The hatchet’s too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza, This hatchet’s too dull, dear Liza, too dull. Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, Then sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it. With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, with what? On a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, a stone. The stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza, The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry. So wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, So wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it. With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what? With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, water. With what shall I carry the water, dear Liza, dear Liza? With what shall I carry the water, dear Liza, with what? In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry, In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, bucket. There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza, There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Song 7: “Where is the Love” by Black Eyed Peas What's wrong with the world, mama People livin' like they ain't got no mamas I think the whole world addicted to the drama Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism But we still got terrorists here livin' In the USA, the big CIA fightin' The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK But if you only have love for your own race Then you only leave space to discriminate And to discriminate only generates hate And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah Madness is what you demonstrate And that's exactly how anger works and operates Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight Take control of your mind and meditate Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love The love, the love It just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love (Love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love (The love) Where is the love, the love, the love? I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found Now ask yourself Where is the love? Where is the love? Where is the love? Where is the love? Father, Father, Father help us Send some guidance from above 'Cause people got me, got me questionin' Where is the love? Sing wit me y'all: One world, one world (We only got) One world, one world (That's all we got) One world, one world And something's wrong wit it (Yeah) Something's wrong wit it (Yeah) Something's wrong wit the wo-wo-world, yeah We only got (One world, one world) That's all we got (One world, one world) Song 8: “Old MacDonald”, arranged by George Mitchell Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O, And on that farm he had a some chicks, EE-I-EE-I-O, With a chick-chick here and a chick-chick there Here a chick, there a chick, everywhere a chick-chick Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O. Old MacDonald had a great big farm, EE-I-EE-I-O, And on that farm he had a some ducks, EE-I-EE-I-O, With a quack-quack here and a quack-quack there Here a quack, there a quack, everywhere a quack-quack Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O, And on that farm he had a some pigs, EE-I-EE-I-O, With a oink-oink here and a oink-oink there Here a oink, there a oink, everywhere a oink-oink Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O. Song 9: “Rockin’ Robin” by Jackson 5 He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight Every little swallow, every chick-a-dee Every little bird in the tall oak tree The wise old owl, the big black crow Flappin' their wings singing go bird go Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight Yeah yeah Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand Told them how to do the bob and it was grand They started going steady and bless my soul He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriol He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight Pretty little raven at the bird-band stand Told them how to do the bop and it was grand They started going steady and bless my soul He out-bopped the buzzard and the oriol He rocks in the tree tops all day long Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song All the little birdies on Jaybird Street Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin, tweet tweet tweet Rockin' robin' tweet tweetly-tweet Blow rockin' robin 'Cause we're really gonna rock tonight Song 10: “Fit as a Fiddle” (Singin’ in the Rain) by Steve Martin and Gregory Hines Fit as a fiddle and ready for love. I can jump over the moon up above. Fit as a fiddle and ready for love! I haven't a worry, I haven't a care, I feel like a feather that's floating on air, Fit as a fiddle and ready for love! Soon all the church bells will be ringing And I'll march with Ma and Pa. All the church bells will be ringing, With a hey naughty-knotty and a hotcha-cha darling. Hi, diddle-diddle, my baby's OK, Ask me a riddle, I'm waiting to say Fit as a fiddle and ready for love! Soon all the church bells will be ringing And I'll march with Ma and Pa. All the church bells will be ringing, With a hey naughty-knotty and a hotcha-cha darling. Hi, diddle-diddle, my baby's OK, Ask me a riddle, I'm waiting to say Fit as a fiddle and ready for love! Song 11: “Grenade” by Bruno Mars Easy come, easy go That's just how you live, oh Take, take, take it all But you never give Should've known you was trouble From the first kiss Had your eyes wide open Why were they open? Gave you all I had And you tossed it in the trash You tossed it in the trash, you did To give me all your love Is all I ever asked Cause what you don't understand Is I'd catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw my hand on a blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) You know I'd do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same Black, black, black and blue Beat me 'til I'm numb Tell the devil I said "Hey" when you get back to where you're from Mad woman, mad woman That's just what you are Yeah, you smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car Gave you all I had And you tossed it in the trash You tossed it in the trash, yes you did To give me all your love Is all I ever asked Cause what you don't understand Is I'd catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw my hand on the blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) You know I'd do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes, I would die for you, baby But you won't do the same If my body was on fire You would watch me burn down in flames You said you loved me, you're a liar Cause you never ever ever did, baby But, darling, I'd still catch a grenade for you Throw my hand on the blade for you I'd jump in front of a train for you You know I'd do anything for you I would go through all this pain Take a bullet straight through my brain Yes I would die for you baby But you won't do the same No, you won't do the same You wouldn't do the same Ooh, you'd never do the same Oh, no no no Song 12: “Love is a Battlefield” by Pat Benatar (We are young) (We are young) We are young (Heartache to heartache) Heartache to heartache (We stand) We stand (No promises) (No promises) No promises (No demands) No demands (Love is a battlefield) Love is a battlefield Whoooo-oh-oh.... We are strong No one can tell us we're wrong Searching our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield You're begging me to go Then making me stay Why do you hurt me so bad It would help me to know Do I stand in your way Or am I the best thing you've had Believe me Believe me I can't tell you why But I'm trapped by your love And I'm chained to your side We are young Heartache to heartache we stand No promises No demands Love is a battlefield We are strong No one can tell us we're wrong Searching our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield When I'm losing control Will you turn me away Or touch me deep inside And when all this gets old Will it still feel the same There's no way this will die But if we get much closer I could lose control And if your heart surrenders You'll need me to hold We are young Heartache to heartache we stand No promises No demands Love is a battlefield We are strong No one can tell us we're wrong Searching our hearts for so long Both of us knowing Love is a battlefield Song 13: “Feed the Bones to Henry Jones” by Nat King Cole We're gonna have a supper We'll eat some food that's rare And at the head of the table We'll place brother Henry's chair Invite all the local big dogs We'll laugh and talk and eat But we'll save the bones for Henry Jones ‘Cause Henry don't eat no meat Today I'll go to market Buy up a lotta fish Well, that will thrill brother Henry ‘Cause fish is his special dish Get a large can of molasses Have something really sweet But we'll save the bones for Henry Jones ‘Cause Henry don't eat no meat Henry is not a drinker He rarely takes a nip He don't need a napkin ‘Cause the things he eats don't drip – blip! One day we had a banquet It really was a bake They started off with short ribs Then finished off with steak But when the feast was over Brother Henry just kept his seat And we served the bones to Henry Jones ‘Cause Henry don't eat no meat Right down to demitasse From soup to lox and bagels And pheasant under glass – class! We thought the chops were mellow He said his chops were beat – reet! We served the bones to Henry Jones ‘Cause Henry don't eat no meat He's an egg man Henry don't eat no meat He loves a pullet Henry don't eat no meat A vegetarian Henry? Coming mother! Soup's on |