ACC Choir

Imaginary Lines: Voices from the World

Stephen White, director

Elizabeth Wirtz and Jae Eun Baek, piano


October 23rd, 2023

 7:30 PM 

Highland Recital Hall

College Choir

Ovan Arnold

Michana Barry-Davey

Joshua Braun

Rosalyce Broadous Brown 

Aleah Burden

Liam Burritt

Juli Castillo

Breanna Coppinger

Reuben Cruz 

Francisco Gonzales 

Daph Gonzalez

Paul Grubb

Kayleigh Hungerford

Harlow Hurley

Gavin Kirkup 

Tom Li

Alejandro Lozano

Benjamin Medina

Paola Melo

Aaron Moeller

Sarah Nguyen

Laci Ramos

Sarvin Safari

Desiray Sandoval

Selah Sparks

Sofia Teeter

Kalina Vangelov

Andrew Vano

Daniela Velazquez

Bianca Youngblood

Chamber Singers

Ovan Arnold

Aleah Burden

Keaton Caspar

Jalen Easley

Ana Flores

Catalina Hill

Katerina Hopp

Harlow Hurley

Aidan Inglish

Tom Lawshae

Aaron Moeller

April Read

Benjamin Roe

Sarah Urias

Andrew Vano

Bianca Youngblood

Program

Queen Liliʻuokalani (1838–1917)

Ku’u Pua i Paoakalani

O ye gentle breeze that wafts to me, 

Sweet cherished memories of thee,

Of that sweet never fading flower,

That blooms in the fields of Paoakalani.

Tho' I've often seen those beauteous flow'rs

That grew at Uluhaimalama,

But none of those could be compared

To my flow'r that bloooms in the fields of Paoakalani.


Now name to me the one I love,

Ye gentle breezes passing by,

And bring to me that blossom fair,

That bloometh in the fields of Paoakalani.


Eduardo Duarte, guitar

Kayleigh Hungerford, soloist

Rudyard Kipling, Lyrics

Eric Whitacre, Music

The Seal Lullaby

Oh, hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us

And black are the waters that sparkled so green

The moon o’er the combers, looks downward to find us

At rest in the hollows that rustle between


Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow

Ah weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!

The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee

Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas.

Nazem Naim

Talaa min Bayt Abuha (Leaving Her Father’s House)


From her father’s house, 

She was going to her neighbor’s house.

She passed by me without even saying hello.

Maybe the pretty one is angry with me.


I told her: Quench my thirst 

And show me your eyes.

She said: Go away you poor thing.

My eyes are those of a gazelle.

Hawaiian Traditional, arr. Jordan Sramek, David Burk and Mark Dietrich

Namolokama La


There above at Nāmolokama, we are warm

As the maile leaves move gently

Moving on the mountain,

We are moistened by the famous heavy rain of Hanalei


Love is visiting my home,

Experiencing the cold chill

The gentle breeze is comforting in the calm,

You and I are content 

Sitting together, enjoying the fragrance,

Seeing the sand dunes, my rose blossom of the islands.


Eduardo Duarte, guitar

Aidan Inglish, soloist

Billy Steinberg and Tom Kelly

arr. Deke Sharon

True Colors


You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged,

Oh I realize it's hard to take courage.

In a world full of people, you can lose sight of it all.

And the darkness inside you can make you feel so small.


And I see your true colors shining through.

I see your true colors,

And that's why I love you.

So don't be afraid to let them show.

Your true colors are beautiful,

Like a rainbow.


Show me a smile then.

Don't be unhappy,

Can't remember when I last saw you laughing

If this world makes you crazy,

And you've taken all you can bear,

Just call me up,

'Cause you know I’ll be there.


Harlow Hurley, soloist

Text trad. Ireland

Michael McGlynn, Music

Geantrai (Happy Song)


We will throw her up easily 

We will throw her up and up, 

hopefully she will not explode 

She will dance and dance.  

She will dance with pleasure 

She will dance and dance 

myself and herself together


Aiden Blankenship, Bodhrán

Rainer Maria Rilke, Poetry

Morton Lauridsen, Music

Dirait-on from Les Chansons des Roses


Wildness surrounding wildness,

Tenderness touching tenderness,

It is your own core that you ceaselessly caress,

.... as they say.


It is your own center that you caress,

Your own reflection gives you light.

And in this way, you show us how Narcissus is redeemed.

Walt Whitman, Poetry

Joshua Shank, Music

Imaginary Lines


I take to the open road,

Afoot and light-hearted,

Healthy, free, the world before me,

The long brown path leading wherever I choose.


From this hour, freedom!

From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,

Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,

Pausing, searching, contemplating,

Gently, but divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.


I am larger, better than I thought;

I did not know I held so much goodness.


All seems beautiful to me;

Clear and sweet is my soul.


The earth expanding right hand and left

The picture alive, every part in its best light,


The music…

The music, falling where it is wanted…


These are the thoughts of all,

These are the days that must happen to you;

Forever alive, forever forward…


Mon enfant! I give you my hand!

These are the thoughts in all ages and lands!

Special thanks to Alan Smith, Administrative Assistant, Shane Anderson, Music Dept. Chair, Blythe Cates, Music Dept. Assistant Chair, Elizabeth Wirtz and Jae Eun Baek, collaborative pianists, Eduardo Duarte, guitarist, Aiden Blankenship, bodhrán, Cody Parrot, Mississippi State University and Michael Zook, Perform American Tours