BARECHU by Salamone Rossi
translation based on text from The JPS Guide to Jewish Traditions by Ronald L. Eisenberg

Barechu et Adonai Hamevorach, Hamevorach.
   Praise the Lord, who is [to be] praised.
Baruch Adonai hamevorach, Leolamvaed, Leolamvaed, Leolamvaed.
   Praised is the Lord, who is [to be] praised for ever and ever.

ALL OF ME from A Vision Unfolding by Kyle Pederson
Look at my skin.
Do you see only skin, or the soul within...
Do you see what’s true?

Look who I love. 
Do you view me as less,
like none of the rest of me
matters to you?

Turn off the talk on the air,
and the voices who seem to just care
about dividing and hiding us where
you won’t see.

Look at my faith.
Do you see my creed, and choose to believe
that’s all of me?

Look at my vote.
On that alone are you likely to show
contempt for me?

Turn off the talk of the air
and the voices who seem to just care 
about dividing and hiding us where
you won’t see.

You don’t have to see.
But if you take some time to look at me,
you’ll see the same fears and a good heart,
and the same tears that tear you apart.
See the same love, the same hope, 
the same need, the same joy!

So look at my skin.
See the skin and the soul within.
See what’s true.

Look who I love.
And see my faith and my vote, 
but not those alone,
seek to know me, too.

Turn up the voices of truth.
Learn to let mercy through.
Love will guide us to 
a world where we see.
Will you see all of me?
All of me.

JAM! by Tracy Wong
Nada ayuh ayuh 
Nada ayuh ayuh
Jom! Jom! Jom! Jom!

Mari oh mari mari 
Oh mari mari
Mari oh mari mari
Sep sep sep!
Tom tom tom!
Lat ta li lat ta li tam pong!

Nada ayuh ayuh
Nada ayuh ayuh  
Nada ayuh ayuh  
Nada ayuh ayuh

Mari oh mari
Mari oh mari
Mari oh mari
Mari mari oh mari

Mari ayuh mari ayuh
Mari ayuh mari ayuh
Mari ayuh
Ayuh ayuh

“In essence, the music is saying, ‘Come, let’s go make some music together and sing while passing time! Leave your worries for a while.’” —Dr. Tracy Wong

BIG YELLOW TAXI by Joni Mitchell/arranged by Adam and Matt Podd
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin’ hot spot

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot

They took all the trees, put ‘em in a tree museum
An’ don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot 

Hey Farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now 
Give me spots on my apples, leave me the birds and the bees, please!

Don’t it always seem to go 
That you don’t know what you’ve got.
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone?

Late last night, I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi took away my old man

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone?

Don’t know whatcha got
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got ‘till it’s gone?