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Words and music by Jean Rohe
Brass arrangement by Liam Robinson
Produced by Liam Robinson & Jean Rohe
Edited by Ilusha Tsinadze
Directed by Shachar Langlev

Recorded and filmed live at Judson Memorial Church on August 29, 2012

Liam Robinson -- Conductor

Jason Sugata -- French Horn
Shelagh Abate -- French Horn
Nadje Noordhuis -- Trumpet
Sam Kulik -- Trombone
Adam Dotson -- Euphonium
Dan Peck -- Tuba
Ilusha Tsinadze -- Electric Guitar
Christopher Tordini -- Bass
James Shipp -- Percussion
Jean Rohe -- guitar and singing

And Featuring the Citizen Choir:
Simon Baker
Mariel Berger
William Bolles-Beaven
Jan Clausen
Otis Cotton
Fiona Fraser-Gross
Lori Gross
Antonio Hernández
Matt Kanelos
Anoura Kohn
Ralph Lee
Winston McIntosh
Lucy McNair
Julia Patinella
Anne Rohe
James Rohe
Skye Steele

Recorded by Tyler McDiarmid and Geoff Countryman
Additional recording by Aaron Nevezie
Mixed by Todd Sickafoose at Earycanal
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music

Director and DP - Shachar Langlev
Assistant Director and UPM - Nitzan Mager
Camera B and Gaffer - Roy Nowlin
Camera C - Warut Snidvongs
Camera D - Sammie Amacharee
Video Editing -- Ilusha Tsinadze

Catering by Nicole Asselin of Small Scale Foods

Thanks to Micah Bucey and Judson Memorial Church for the generous use of their space.
Special thanks to Ilusha Tsinadze, Andy Benincasa, Jon Singer, Nitzan Mager, Yance Ford, Liz Ensz, the Brooklyn Society for Ethical Culture, and the Rohe Family.

Lyric (with gratitude to Dr. Martin Luther King and Abel Meeropol, via Billie Holiday)

Atlantic and Pacific flow
The Great Lakes and the Gulf of Mexico
The land between sustains us all
To cherish it, our tireless call

Arise! Arise!
I see the future in your eyes.
To a more perfect union we aspire
And lift our voices from the fire.

We reached these shores from many lands
We came with hungry hearts and hands
Some came by force and some by will
At the auction block, in the darkened mill

CHORUS

We died in your fields and your factories
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
With an old coat hanger in a room somewhere
A trail of tears, an electric chair

CHORUS

Our great responsibility
To be guardians of our liberty
'Till tyrants bow to the people's dream
And justice flows like a mighty stream