Concert Band I/II

Lyrics: Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain’t gonna let segregation turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let segregation turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain’t gonna let no jail house turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let no jail house turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain’t gonna let no nervous Nellie turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let no nervous Nellie turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain’t gonna let Chief Pritchett turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let Chief Pritchett turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain’t gonna let Mayor Kelley turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let Mayor Kelley turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain't gonna let no Uncle Tom turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let no Uncle Tom turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land. Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around Turn me around, turn me around. Ain’t gonna let nobody turn me around, Keep on a walking, keep on a talking, Marchin’ up to Freedom Land.

Lyrics: Come gather round people, wherever you roam And admit that the waters around you have grown And accept it that soon, you'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth saving Then you better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who that it's naming For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside and it is raging It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers throughout the land And don't criticize what you can't understand Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly aging Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast The slow one now will later be fast As the present now will later be past The order is rapidly fading And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.

Piyyut

Adhan

Entr'acte from "Carmen"

Recitative from "Carmen"

Aria from "Carmen"

"Dead Man Blues" by Jelly Roll Morton

"In the Mood" by Glenn Miller

"Salt Peanut" by Dizzie Gillespie

"Good Golly Miss Molly" by Little Richard

"Johnny B. Goode" by Chuck berry