HISTORY

 

                              SONGS

Books into Wings (Bessie Coleman, Ron McNair, Mae Jemison)

Citizen of the Universe (Ruth Asawa)

Education Can Happen Anywhere (Abe Lincoln)

The First Emperor (Qin Shi Huangdi)

Harlem Renaissance (Various Artists)

My Last Farewell (José Rizal)

One More Tree (Wangari Maathai)

Outside Independence (Those left out of the Conversation)

'twas What was Common (Charles Dickens)

Voice of the People (Various Civil Rights Leaders)

Said Dolores (Dolores Huerta)

Three Names George Washington Carver

(Borrowed from "Flocabulary")

"Books into Wings"

 

10 – 9 -8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3  - 2 – 1 – BLAST OFF!

Chorus:   Bessie was a flier,

                Ronnie too,

                Mae was a flier,

                How about you?

                They studied Science, Math, 

                And many other things,

                Picked up some books 

                And turned them into wings.

Bessie Coleman was born in Texas.

She went to France to learn to fly.

Before falling to her death in 1926,

She starred in airshows across the sky.

Chorus:     Bessie was a …

 

Ron McNair was born in South Carolina,

Played saxophone and went to M. I. T. 

Massachusetts Institute of Technology

When the Challenger exploded in ’86,

The astronaut’s life ended in tragedy.

Chorus:      Bessie was a … 

Mae Jemison was born in Alabama,

Grew up in Chicago, went to Stanford U.

She worked as a doctor in West Africa.

NASA launched her shuttle in ’92.

Chorus: Bessie was a … repeat last line twice

“Citizen of the Universe"

Ruth Asawa:      "I hold no hostilities for what happened; I blame no one.

                          Sometimes good comes through adversity.

                          I would not be who I am today had it not been for the Internment,

                          and I like who I am."

        

My name is Ruth Asawa,

I was born in California,

And my parents were born in Japan.

I am female, yes.

And I am Japanese-American,

But first I am an artist in the world,

My name is Ruth Asawa,

Citizen of the Universe.

Her family leased a farm in Norwalk,

Outside of L.A.,

Ruth came along in 1926,

January 24th was her birthday,

The fourth of seven children,

They all would lend a hand,

Growing fruits and vegetables,

On someone else’s land.

My Name is Ruth Asawa.

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

Citizen of the Universe.

Haiku:              We break the rich earth,

                        And lay the seeds in their beds,

                        Working to make life.

 

​When Ruth was in the third grade,

Her artwork was displayed,

Her teacher Mrs. Morrison,

Praised the drawings she made.

She even won a contest,

With a picture of Miss Liberty,

Saturdays she went to Japanese school,

Studying language and calligraphy.

My Name is Ruth Asawa.

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

Citizen of the Universe.

Haiku:              Her arm reaches up,

                        To heavens from the nation,

                        Through the air we share.

 

Japan bombed Pearl Harbor,

In 1941,

USA involvement,

In WWII was begun,

People who were Japanese,

Were taken by the FBI,  

Her daddy was sent to New Mexico,

They didn’t even have a chance to say “good-bye.”

My Name is Ruth Asawa.

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

Citizen of the Universe.

Haiku:              They fell from the sky,

                        And changed our world just like that,

                        Why must there be bombs?

120,000 were taken,

to the Santa Anita Racetrack,

They slept in the stables,

On a bedspread of haystack,

For six months they were held there,

Without any question of law,

Ruth met other prisoners,

Artists who helped improve her skill to draw.

 

My Name is Ruth Asawa.

 

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

 

Citizen of the Universe.

Haiku:              Freedom state of mind,

                        Our imagination is,

                        A real salvation.

They were moved to Arkansas,

Where they spent the next few years,

Ruth made art whenever she could,

Smiling when there could’ve been tears.

She edited the paper,

For the high school in intern camp,

When Ruth earned a scholarship,

She felt just like a champ.

My name is Ruth Asawa,

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

I was born in California,

She was born in California,

And my parents were born in Japan.

I am female, yes.

And I am Japanese-American,

But first I am an artist in the world,

My name is Ruth Asawa,

Her name is Ruth Asawa,

Citizen of the U-ni-verse!

Education Can Happen Anywhere

Abe was born to farmers in Kentucky.

His mama died when he was just a boy.

His family couldn’t prove their claim to any land

And they ended up in Illinois.

 

Abraham’s daddy soon remarried.

His step mama loved him like a son.

At the age of age of 22, he hopped in a canoe

And a whole new life had begun.

 

Abe moved so often as a child,

That he rarely had a chance to go to school,

But he taught himself to read and write real well,

And followed his own strict rule.

 

It just goes to show you,

Education can happen anywhere,

Whether you’re at home, or in school, or on your own,

Education can happen anywhere.

 

Abe worked on the Mississippi,

Delivered goods, explored the nation,

He got involved in politics,

To help improve navigation.

Abraham loved the animals,

So hunting was never his thing,

He was known for the swing of his ax,

And his skill at wrestling.

Abe became a famous lawyer,

A senator, and then a president,

He led the country in troubling times,

Through a war into a union tent.

 

It just goes to show you,

Education can happen anywhere,

Whether you’re at home, or in school, or on a river,

Education can happen anywhere,

Education can happen anywhere,

Education can happen anywhere!

The First Emperor                    

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

What was happening before?

7 kingdoms were at war.

When Qin Shi Huangdi was thirteen,

His father died and made him king.

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

One by one the kingdoms fell,

His army grew more powerful,

In one kingdom there was a quake

That left it weak for Qin to take.

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

Under the unification,

No one got an education.

Reading was against the rules,

So were books and having schools.

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

Though he ruled by brutal force,

Qin Shi Huangdi set the course,

For using common currency,

And standard ways of measuring.

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

During the first emperor’s days,

Canals were built and new highways,

The first Great Wall of China too,

Evidence of what was true.

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

In nineteen seventy four,

Farmers digging found a door

Into ancient history

With a great discovery.

 

Qin Shi Huangdi was the first emperor of China.

He lived nearly 23 centuries ago.

 

In a tomb under the ground,

A Terracotta army found,

Life-sized soldiers, horses too,

Made of clay for you know who?

 

Qin Shi Huangdi, Qin Shi Huangdi, Qin Shi Huangdi.

Harlem Renaissance 

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.               

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.               

Welcome to the 1920s.                                        

                                                                       

My name is Louis of the Harlem Renaissance.          

I was a musician of the Harlem Renaissance.          

Louis Armstrong, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.                                   

I am one of many artists of those days.                          

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My name is Ella of the Harlem Renaissance.

I was a singer of the Harlem Renaissance.

Ella Fitzgerald, scoobie doo-bop-bop-bop-bop.

I am one of many artists of those days.

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We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

Welcome to the 1920s.

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My name is Langston of the Harlem Renaissance.

I was a poet of the Harlem Renaissance.

Langston Hughes, “It was a long time ago.”

I am one of many artists of those days.

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My name is Josephine of the Harlem Renaissance.

I was a dancer of the Harlem Renaissance.

Josephine Baker, wa-wa-wa-wa-wa!

I am one of many artists of those days.

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We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

Welcome to the 1920s.                              

My name is Bill of the Harlem Renaissance.

I was a dancer of the Harlem Renaissance.

Bill Bojangles Robinson, tap-tap-tap-tap.

I am one of many artists of those days.

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My name is Paul of the Harlem Renaissance.

I was an actor of the Harlem Renaissance.

Paul Robeson, “OH DESDEMONA!”

I am one of many artists of these days.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance.

Welcome to the 1920s.

We are the artists of the Harlem Renaissance. (3X)

Yes, we are the artists of Harlem, New York City.

HARLEM RENAISSANCE!

“My Last Farewell” 

featuring the first stanza of “Mi último adios” by José Rizal”

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caress'd,


Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,

With gladness I give thee my Life, sad and repress'd;

And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at its best,


I would still give it to thee for thine welfare at most.

 

This is the final farewell,

Of a hero named José Rizal,

Novelist, artist, naturalist, 

Teacher, ophthalmologist as well,

Whose light was eclipsed by imperialists,

José Rizal.

 

Pinipintuho kong Bayan ay paalam,

Lupang iniirog ng sikat ng araw,

mutyang mahalaga sa dagat Silangan,

kaluwalhatiang sa ami'y pumanaw.

 

This is the final farewell,

Of a hero named José Rizal,

Revolutionary of the late Nineteenth Century,

From Calamba, Laguna,

Whose light still shines bright at the heart of a country,

José Rizal, José Rizal, Doctor José Rizal.

 

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One More Tree  (Wangari Maathai)

 

One more tree, Wangari, one more tree,

One more tree, Wangari, one more tree,

Wangari Maathai,

Looked up to the sky,

Breathed the atmosphere,

Exhaled out a tear,

Water to the earth,

Nurturing the birth,

Of a tree planted here,

Giving was her cry,

Watering the dry,

Light the life, Wangari.

 

One more tree, One more tree,

Wangari’s legacy!

One more tree comes to be,

Growing life, tree by tree.

One more tree, Wangari, one more tree,

Wangari was a woman born in Kenya,

a country in the eastern part of Africa.

She was raised up in a village,

where boys had the advantage.

Nevertheless, that girl could study,

earned  scholarships to university,

in Germany and the U.S. of A.

With hundreds of women on their knees,

They planted 30 million trees,

Breathe the Green Belt Movement today.

One more tree, boys and girls, one more tree,

Wangari Maathai,

Saw the Nobel Prize,

For Peace in her hands,

Someone understands,

The work and it’s worth,

To our planet earth,

And the life that lives here,

May we use our force,

Cultivate the source,

Make a difference that’s clear.

One more tree, One more tree,

Wangari’s legacy!

One more tree comes to be,

Growing life, tree by tree.

One more tree, Wangari, one more tree.

Outside Independence

 

The women, the laborers,

The indigenous people driven from their lands,

The children, the prisoners,

The slaves who built industries with their hands,

                            

Inside they held a debate,

To fashion a new nation state,

Some of us would have to wait,

For agency to shape our fate,

 

The wife and the mother,

The poor migrant worker at harvest time,

The homeless in stormy weather,

The person imprisoned without a crime,

 

The men who met in the hall,

Forcefully sounded a call,

For freedom and justice for all,

Designing a new kind of law.

 

There’s a whole soul under these skins upon these bones,

There’s a whole mind inside the shells of our skulls,

There’s a whole song with some minor tones,

There’s a whole life with dreams and goals.

 

Now we can foresee our futures,

The people of ages will power change,

Inspired sons and daughters,

Expanding the reaches of freedom’s range.

'Twas What Was Common

When Dickens was a lad,

His nursemaid told him stories,

So terrifying they would curl your toes,

‘T was what was common in London back then,

When Dickens was a lad.

When Dickens was a boy,

His father was a Clerk,

Charles would visit him at work,

At the Royal British Navy Shipyard,

When Dickens was a boy.

When Dickens was a boy,

He’d stand upon a stool,

To sing and tell jokes to the room,

They say the kid was a real entertainer,

When Dickens was a boy.

There was no Radio or TV,

Not even electricity,

No Nintendo, toilet bowl, or telephone,

There were gardens to explore,

And books to imagine more,

The Royal Theater, a special treat for sure.

 

When Dickens was just ten,

His family fell on hard times,

And could no longer afford the rent,

Charles had to leave school to work in a factory,

When Dickens was just ten.

 

When Dickens was a boy,

His family was imprisoned,

Because his daddy couldn’t pay their debts,

‘T was what was common in London back then,

When Dickens was a boy.

 

While he was working 10 hours a day,

His great grandmother passed away,

The inheritance helped the family to its feet.

When they were finally released,

Charles opportunities increased,

Soon his stories would be quite famous on the Street.

 

Charles became a superstar,

In England and even afar,

When he arrived in the States,

His fans flooded the gates,

Like The Beatles, Diana, or One Direction,

 

When Dickens was a man,

He crafted many stories,

That caused society to take a pause,

And be more empathetic back then,

When Dickens was a man.

VOTP (Voice of the People)

Martin Luther King was a voice of the people,

                                             A voice of the people,

                                             A voice of the people,

Martin Luther King was a voice of the people,

He helped people get their rights!                             

 

                                                                 Repeat with the following

                                                                        Sojourner Truth

                                                               George Washington Carver

                                                                          Ida B. Wells,

Malcolm X was a voice of the people,

Harriet Tubman was a voice of the people,

Shirley Chisholm was a voice of the people,

Kamala Harris is a voice of the people,

                        A voice of the people,

                        A voice of the people,

I am a voice of the people,

We keep dreaming Martin Luther King’s dream,

We keep dreaming Martin Luther Kings’ dream,

We keep dreaming Martin Luther King’s dream,

We keep dreaming Martin Luther King’s….

DREAM!

Said Dolores

When shadows are cast on our spirit,

And they try to strike fear in our heart,

Remember the power within us all,

To light our own way from the start,

​And pave a vision forward,

With the strength of collective will,

To meet the needs of our children,

By shining our light on Capitol Hill,

​"Si se puede," said Dolores,

Long before Obama,

But her fortitude and independence,

Could be a credit to her mama,

​Who owned a large hotel,

In the Central California Valley,

Where she sheltered farm workers,

When they were short on food and money,

​Imagine the day when all children walk,

Without holes in their shoes,

Imagine the day the workers sing,

When songs of joy resolve the Blues,

​Si se puede, si se puede,

Said Dolores, si se puede,

Long before Obama,

Yes we can!

Yes we can!

​At home, church, and at school,

She was quick to volunteer,

A Girl Scout and a majorette,

To Dolores it was clear,

Change can only come,

When we look to our own hand,

And claim the value,

That we bring to this land,

​Dolores, Larry, and Cesar,

Formed the U.F.W.,

With the help of many others,

Soon the labor movement grew,

As people began to realize,

With the food upon their table,

There were countless workers,

Hidden behind each label,

​Imagine the day when all children walk,

Without holes in their shoes,

Imagine the day the workers sing,

When songs of joy resolve the Blues

 

Si se puede, si se puede……

"VMD Song"

 

by Ate Charity Ramilo

 

 

 

C, Am, G (chorus)

Dm, Am (Verse) F, G

 

Koro:  Sino po si VMD?
          Alam ni’yo po si VMD?
         (Tandaan ni’yo po si) Victoria Manalo Draves!

          Mahalaga siyang Fi-Am Bayani!

 

Talata/Taludtod

Nag-aral siya dito sa SoMA

Mahilig siyang lumangoy

Marami siyang pinagdaanan

Hindi siyang pinapayagan

dahil sa kanyang pangalan

Pati pa, binawal nila

Ang kanyang magulang

Discriminasyon
ang tawag noon.

Kahit na, pinatuloy niya

Ang kanyang pangarap

(Ulitin ang Koro)

Talata:

 

Tumalon at nanalo siya sa Olympics

Ng dalawang gintong Medalya

Bayani siya sa mga babae
At sa mga Fil-Am

Na kahit papano

dapat sundin mo

ang iyong panarap

Sa lahat na ranasan niya,

Matatag siya!

(Ulitin ang Koro)

"VMD Song"

 

by Ate Charity Ramilo

 

Chorus:   Who is VMD?
               Do you know VMD?
               (Please remember) Victoria Manalo Draves!      

               She’s a Fil-Am Shero!

 

Verse 1:

 

She went to school in the Soma.

She loved to swim.
She experienced a lot.
They didn’t allow her to swim

Because of her name

They didn’t even allow her parents to watch.

Discrimination was its real name.

With all she went through,

She’s resilient, too!

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2:

She dove...
She won in the Olympics
2 Gold Medals
She’s a shero to women and Fil-Ams

Depite all the hardship
Follow your dream!

With all she went through,

She’s resilient, too!

Repeat Chorus

PAMBANSANG AWIT NG PILIPINAS 


Bayang magiliw 
Perlas ng Silanganan, 
Alab ng puso 
Sa dibdib mo'y buhay. 

Lupang hinirang 
Duyan ka ng magiting 
Sa manlulupig 
Di ka pasisiil. 

Sa dagat at bundok 
Sa simoy at sa langit mong bughaw, 
May dilag ang tula 
At awit sa paglayang minamahal. 

Ang kislap ng watawat mo'y 
Tagumpay na nangniningning; 
Ang bituin at araw niya 
Kailan pa ma'y di magdidilim. 

Lupa ng araw, ng luwalhati't pagsinta, 
Buhay ay langit sa piling mo, 
Aming ligaya na pag may mang-aapi 
Ang mamatay nang dahil sa iyo. 

 

English Translation The Philippine Hymn

Translation by: Camilo Osias and A.L. Lane

Land of the morning,

Child of the sun returning,

With fervor burning,

Thee do our souls adore.

 

Land dear and holy,

Cradle of noble heroes,

Ne'er shall invaders

Trample thy sacred shore.

 

Ever within thy skies and through thy clouds

And o'er thy hills and sea,

Do we behold the radiance, feel and throb,

Of glorious liberty.

 

Thy banner, dear to all our hearts,

Its sun and stars alight,

O never shall its shining field

Be dimmed by tyrant's might!

 

Beautiful land of love, o land of light,

In thine embrace 'tis rapture to lie,

But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged,

For us, thy people to suffer and die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Philippines                                

 

Days ago, Weeks ago,

Hundreds of years ago,

Near the Pacific on some island shore,

Stories relayed of historic events,

Passed over lips of our elders before,

 

Even tonight, 

Before this dream,

Lola told us a story of…

 

The Philippines,

Thousands of islands,

Land of some ancestor’s birth,

The Philippines,

A home away from home,

On Earth,

Look to the sky,

And imagine the faces,

Of our distant cousins

Scattered ‘cross the sphere,

Believe you will fly,

Someday to other places,

Settings of stories that come to life here,

Far, far away,

In sweet Lola’s song,

Reminding us of where we have come from,

 

The Philippines,

Thousands of islands,

Land of ancestors’ birth,

The Philippines,

A home away from home,

On Earth.

Transition Music    Can you imagine a terrible storm?

A hurricane or a mighty typhoon,

Could be a human or a natural force,

We will await the return of the moon.

 

 

 

Song - Indigenous People

 

Indigenous cultures,

Tribes of the Philippines,

Ethnic groups,

In regions of the Philippines.

 

REPEAT

 

Bicolano, Bontoc, Bagobo,

Ilokano, Gaddang, Tagalog.

 

Indigenous cultures,

Tribes of the Philippines,

Ethnic groups,

In regions of the Philippines.

 

REPEAT

 

Ifugao, Tinggian,

Hanunoo-Mangyan, B’laan,

Aeta, Manobo, Mandaya,

T’Boli, Aklanon, Kalinga

 

Indigenous cultures,

Tribes of the Philippines,

Ethnic groups,

In regions of the Philippines.

 

REPEAT

 

Indigenous cultures, Indigenous cultures, Indigenous cultures.