Muscle and Bones

Muscles & Bones

 

Chorus

 

When you nod your head,

Manoeuvre the cranium,

Or stamp your feet,

Twenty-six bones each,

When you clap your hands,

A clash of the phalanges,

There’s a lot going on underneath.

O, the skin is a fabulous thing to be in,

But it can’t get round on its own.

Every action needs a muscle contraction

And a lot of support from your bones.

 

Verse 1

Now the average newborn baby has over 300 bones,

And then some will fuse together on the way to being totally grown.

So the average adult human has only 206,

But there are still enough of them to hold you up

And do some pretty impressive tricks.

The longest is the femur, in the thigh is where you’ll find it;

The strongest is the tibia, and the fibula is behind it.

Oh, it’s great to know you’re a vertebrate, it’s divine to have a spine,

So let’s celebrate the fact that our backbone’s stacked

And give it ten out of nine for design.

 

Chorus

Verse 2

 

You’ve got more than six hundred muscles

And they always work in pairs.

There are even very small ones

At the root of every one of your hairs.

When you’re sitting down watching telly,

When you’re sitting on top of the bus,

The very bottom line

Is that you’re spending time

Upon your gluteous maximus.

Your mum might wag her finger

If you accidentally vex her,

In other words,

She’s exercising a warning digital flexor.

We depend on muscles and tendons too,

And it makes you stop and think….

It takes seventeen to smile,

Forty three to frown,

And slightly over one hundred to wink.

 

Chorus

Sing

Some words they can’t be spoken, only sung,

So hear a thousand voices shouting love,

There’s a place, there’s a time in this life,

When you sing what you are feeling,

Find your feet, stand your ground,

Don’t you see right now

The world is listening to what we say.

 

Sing it louder, sing it clearer,

Knowing everyone will hear you.

Make some noise,

Find your voice today.

Sing it stronger, sing together,

Make this moment last forever,

Old and young shouting love tonight.

 

Verse 2

To sing we’ve had a lifetime to wait.

And see a thousand faces celebrate.

You brought hope,

You brought light,

Conquered fear,

No it wasn’t always easy.

Stood your ground,

Kept your faith,

Don’t you see right now the world is listening to what we say.

 

Verse 3

Some words can’t be spoken only sung,

So hear a thousand voices shouting love

And light and hope.

Just sing,

Just sing,

Just sing,

Just sing (Come on and sing it louder, sing it clearer,

Knowing everyone will hear you,

Make some noise,

Find your voice tonight,

Sing it stronger, Sing together,

Make this moment last forever,

Old and young, shouting love tonight.

(Solo)

Hear a thousand voices shouting love.

I Have a Dream

Year 6 Peace & Conflict. Lesson 4

I HAVE A DREAM; Martin Luther King Jnr 1963

I Have a Dream" is the famous name given to the ten minute public speech by Martin Luther King, Jr., in which he called for racial equality and an end to discrimination. King's delivery of the speech on August 28, 1963, from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, was a defining moment of the American Civil Rights Movement. Delivered to over 200,000 civil rights supporters, the speech is often considered to be one of the greatest and most notable speeches in human history and was ranked the top American speech of the 20th century by a 1999 poll of scholars of public address. According to U.S. Representative John Lewis, who also spoke that day as the President of the  Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee, "Dr. King had the power, the ability, and the capacity to transform those steps on the Lincoln Memorial into a monumental area that will forever be recognized. By speaking the way he did, he educated, he inspired, he informed not just the people there, but people throughout America and unborn generations.

A quote from the speech:

We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.

The Speech

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

UNISON MUSIC FESTIVAL 2012

UNISON MUSIC FESTIVAL 2012
Information for parents and children in the Year 5 & 6 UNISON choir:

The dates of UNISON 2012 are Thursday 11 Friday 12 and Saturday 13 October, with a concert for the public at 16.00 on Saturday 13 October. All camp rehearsals and the concert will be held at La Châtaigneraie Campus. The camp, for which there will be no charge, is non-residential. Students will meet at La Châtaigneraie each day with transport for them from Nations and La Grande Boissière.

UNISON 2012 is open to students in years 5-13 and students in years 5 & 6 at Campus des Nations are invited to take part if they have passed the audition to the UNISON choir which rehearses on Tuesdays at 12.35.

The concert will include performances by these  a range of music groups, as well as performances of everyone combined.

Enrolment in UNISON 2012 is done online (please click here to access the registration form)) and will be available until closing on Friday, 28 September. Please note that applicants must have been learning their instrument for a minimum of three years, having reached a suitable standard to perform in an ensemble. Repertoire selected for the camp is too difficult for beginning instrumentalists. Singers, from year 5 upwards should already be a member of a school choir or singing group and should discuss their inscription with their school music teacher.

Please note that students taking part in the UNISON 2012 are required to attend all rehearsals throughout the three-day programme. Students who are unable to commit to this should not register.

Year 6 Peace and Conflict: War by Edwin Starr

Year 6 Peace & Conflict: War by Edwin Starr

Year 6 Peace & Conflict: Imagine by John Lennon

Imagine by John Lennon

Peace and Conflict Lesson 3

Peace and Conflict

Lesson 3

Think about the following 4 points......

• What are the major obstacles to peace in our times?

• What does peace look like in the resolution of different conflicts?

• What does peace mean to the people involved in conflicts?

• What does peace mean to you?

Research………Homework
· How do artists use their art to promote peace?
· Find some examples for next week’s lessons

On the Stage Lyrics

On the Stage

How we love to be on the stage,           

Look at us, ‘cause we are the rage!

We will work for minimum wage,

‘Cause we love to be on the stage

How we love to be in the light.

Turn that spot and switch it to bright.

We will practice all day and night

‘Cause we love to be on the stage.

On the stage we can be anything at all:

A clown, a lion, or a star.

On the stage, we all become one family,

And Everyone can see how talented we are.

How we love to hear the applause,

We enjoy the ‘oo’s ‘and the ‘aah’s’

We’ll keep singing simply because –

We love to be on the stage.

On the stage we can be anything at all:

A clown, a lion, or a star.

On the stage, we all become one family,

And Everyone can see how talented we are.

How we love to hear the applause,

We enjoy the ‘oo’s ‘and the ‘aah’s’

We’ll keep singing simply because –

We love the stage

At any age,

We are quite the rage.

Pay us any wage,

Here we are,

On the stage!

Friend Like Me Lyrics

FRIEND LIKE ME

Genie         Well, Ali Baba had them forty thieves,

                   Scheherazade had a thousand tales

                   But mister, you’re in luck

                   ‘Cause up your sleeves you got

A brand of magic never fails.

You got some power in your corner now,

Some heavy ammunition in your camp.

You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how,

See, all you gotta do is rub that lamp.

And I’ll say:

ALL: Mister Aladdin, sir,

What will your pleasure be?

Let me take your order – jot it down,

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

No, no, no. Life is your restaurant,

And I’m your maitre d’.

All               C’mon whisper what it is you want.

Genie         You ain’t never had a friend like me.

All               Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service.

                   You’re the boss, the king, the shah.

                   Say what you wish, it’s yours!

                   True dish, how ‘bout a little more baklava?

                   Have some of column “A”. Try all of column “B”.

Genie         I’m in the mood to help you, dude,

                   You ain’t never had a friend like me.

Dance section 16 bars (music only)

All               Wa-ah-ah,

Genie         Oh my!

All               Wa-ah-ah,

Genie         No no!

All               Wa-ah-ah,

Genie         Na na na! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

                   Can your friends do this? Can your friends do that?

                   Can your friends pull this out their little hat?!

All               Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three

                   I’m on the job, you big nabob,

                   ALL: You ain’t never had a friend, never had a friend,

                   You ain’t never had a friend, never had a friend,

                   You ain’t never had a friend like –

Group 1     (at the same time as Group 2)

                   Me, Like me, Like me.

                   You ain’t never had a friend like me!

Group 2     (at the same time as Group 1)

                   Wah-ah-ah, Oh my! Wah-ah-ah, No no!

                   Wah-ah-ah, na na na!

                   You ain’t never had a friend like me!

Sto me o me mi lo ma le Lyrics

Sto me o me mi lo ma le

Sto me o me mi lo