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Performance Possibilities. Rhythm of the Rain Choir as “Rainstorm” – If we are learning Rhythm of the Rain well, we may add our own rainstorm to perform just before we sing. Blow, Bugle, Blow This song is based on an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem. What does the poem mean to you?
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Performance Possibilities • Rhythm of the Rain • Choir as “Rainstorm” – If we are learning Rhythm of the Rain well, we may add our own rainstorm to perform just before we sing. • Blow, Bugle, Blow • This song is based on an Alfred, Lord Tennyson poem. • What does the poem mean to you? • Tzena, Tzena (see “Music Recordings” to listen to this song) • Composed in 1948 to celebrate the nation of Israel. • The steady beat and strong rhythm of this song make it just right for dancing the horah. • Pick-A-Little / Goodnight Ladies (see “Music Recordings” to listen to this song) • -This is a song from the musical The Music Man Junior, a miniature version of the hit Broadway musical, The Music Man. • -This song will need clear diction! You must speak clearly ( and quickly!)
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Blow, Bugle, Blow The splendor falls on castle walls and snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, and the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying. O, hark! O, hear! How thin and clear, and thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar, hear the echoes of horns faintly blowing. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying. But though they die in yon rich sky, they faint on hill, or field, or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, and grow forever and ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying.