Leonard Bernstein - Mass - 11. Confession - Trope: Easy (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop) | Текст песни

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• Mass - 11. Confession - Trope: Easy (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop)

First Blues Singer
Well, I went to the holy man and I confessed…
Look, I can beat my breast
With the best.
And I’ll say almost anything that gets me blessed
Upon request…

It’s easy to shake the blame for any crime
By trotting out that ‘mea culpa’ pantomime:
‘Yes, yes, I’m sad, I sinned, I’m bad.’
Then go out and do it one more time.

Second Rock Singer
I don’t know where to start
There’s so much I could show
If I opened my heart
But how far, Lord, but how far can I go?
I don’t know.

Second Blues Singer
If you asked me to join you in some real good vice
Now that might be nice
Once or twice
But don’t look for sacraments or sacrifice
They’re not worth the price

It’s easy to have yourself a fine affair
Your body’s always ready, but your soul’s not there
Don’t count on trust
Come love, come lust,
It’s so easy when you just don’t care.

Third Rock Singer
What I need I don’t have
What I have I don’t own
What I own I don’t want
What I want Lord, I don’t know.

Third Blues Singer
If you ask me to sing you verse that’s versatile
I’ll be glad to beguile you
For a while
But don’t look for content beneath the style
Sit back and smile

It’s easy for you to dig my jim-jam jive,
And, baby, please observe how neatly I survive.
And what could give
More positive
Plain proof that living is easy when you’re half alive.

All Three Rock Singers
Lord, I could go confess…

All Three Blues Singers
Easy…

All Three Rock Singers
Good and loud, nice and slow…

All Three Blues Singers
Easy…

Choir
Beatam Mariam semper Virginem (Ideo precor)
Beatum Michaelem Archangleum, beatum Joannem Baptistam,
Sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum,
Omnes sanctos, et vos, fratres,
Orate pro me
Ad Dominum Deum nostrum.

All Six Soloists
What I say I don’t feel
What I feel I don’t show
What I show isn’t real
What is real, Lord-I don’t know,
No, no, no-I don’t know.

First Rock Singer
Come on, Lord, if you’re so great
Show me how, where to go
Show me now-I can’t wait
Maybe it’s too late,
Lord,
I don’t know…

First Blues Singer
Confiteor….

Celebrant (speaking)
God forgive you.

All (speaking)
God forgive us all.

Celebrant
The Lord be with you.

All
And with your spirit.

Celebrant
Let us pray.

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