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Land of the Illiniwek
02:07
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“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of Terror moved upon the face of the waters.”
Based on King James Version (KJV)
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Kaskaskia and Vandalia
02:32
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[instrumental]
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Belleville
01:28
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[instrumental]
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Champaign-Urbana
02:40
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Champaign Urbana
Alors que le soleil mouchette le ciel d'orange
et que le jour se rapproche de l'horizon,
L'érudite en ornements pourpres fluides cueille des tournesols.
Droite et gracieuse, elle passe dans l'infini,
Les briques et le mortier façonnent l'esprit de la terre,
mais laissent son cœur rustique
Les récoltes se séparent aux pieds de notre héroïne,
Voyez Alexandrie dans un champ de blé
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As the sun speckles the sky with orange
And day nears the horizon,
The scholar in flowing purple vestments picks sunflowers
Upright and graceful, she passes into the infinite,
Brick and mortar mold the spirit of the land,
Yet leave its rustic heart
Crops part at our heroine’s feet,
Behold Alexandria in a field of wheat
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Heyworth
02:36
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[instrumental]
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Bloomington
01:18
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[instrumental]
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Gardner
02:04
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[instrumental]
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The Way to Zion I
00:21
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[instrumental]
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Glenview
00:59
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[instrumental]
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Wilmette
01:34
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Their Eyes Are Watching Us
We glorify young ones’ education,
stultify their creative inclination,
Stop their elders’ ears with lies,
then worry as the world melts from end to end,
No surprise.
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Antioch
02:03
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[instrumental]
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“The changes of fortune and vicissitudes of war made you my conqueror. When my last resources were exhausted, my warriors worn down with long and toilsome marches, we yielded, and I became your prisoner.
The changes of many summers have brought old age upon me, and I cannot expect to survive many moons.
The pathway to glory is rough, and many gloomy hours obscure it. May the Great Spirit shed light on yours, and that you may never experience the humility that the power of the American government has reduced me to, is the wish of him, who, in his native forests, was once as proud and bold as yourself.”
From "Life of Black Hawk, or Ma-ka-tai-me-she-kia-kiak: Dictated by Himself," 1833
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The Way to Zion II
01:03
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[instrumental]
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Zion, Late Afternoon
03:45
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"Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read—
So he vanish'd from my sight.
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear."
From "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence," by William Blake, 1789
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C.W. Franz Chicago, Illinois
Enterprising poet with a strange taste in music. Butchering everything from folk to musique concrete or something.
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