Leonard Bernstein - Mass - 18. Epistle - The Word of the Lord (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop) | Текст песни

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• Mass - 18. Epistle - The Word of the Lord (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop)

Celebrant
Brothers: This is the gospel I preach; and in its service I have suffered hardships like a criminal; yea, even unto imprisonment; but there is no imprisoning the Word of God…

A Young Man
Dearly Beloved: Do not be surprised if the world hates you. We who love our brothers have crossed over to life, but they who do not love, abide in death. Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer.

Another Young Man
Dear Mom and Dad… Do not feel badly or worry about me. Nothing will make me change. Try to understand: I am now a man.

Celebrant
You can lock up the bold men
Go and lock up your bold men
And hold men in tow,
You can stifle all adventure
For a century or so.
Smother hope before it’s risen
Watch it wizen like a gourd,
But you cannot imprison
The Word of the Lord.

Celebrant and Chorus
No, you cannot imprison
The Word of the Lord.

Celebrant
For the Word
For the Word was at the birth of the beginning
It made the heavens and the earth and set them spinning,
And for several million years
It’s withstood all our forums and fine ideas.
It’s been rough
It’s been rough but it appears to be winning!

There are people who doubt it
There are people who doubt it and shout it out loud,
Oh, they bellow and they bluster ’til they muster up a crowd.
They can fashion a rebuttal that’s as subtle as a sword,
But they’re never gonna scuttle the Word of the Lord.

Celebrant and Chorus
No, they’re never gonna scuttle the Word of the Lord!

An Older Man
Dear Brothers: …I think that God has made us apostles the most abject of mankind. We hunger and thirst, we are naked, we are roughly handled, and we have no fixed abode…They curse us and we bless. They persecute us and we suffer it…They treat us as the scum of the earth, the dregs of humanity, to this very day.

A Young Girl
Dear Folks: Jim looked very well on my first visit. With his head clean-shaven, he looked about 19 years old. He says the prison food is very good. For the first few days he’s not allowed any books except his Bible. When I hugged him he smelled so good, a smell of clean plain soap; like a child when you put him to bed.

Celebrant
All you big men of merit,
all you big men of merit
who ferret out flaws,
you rely on our compliance
with your science and your laws.

Find a freedom to demolish
while you polish some award,
but you cannot abolish the Word of the Lord.

Celebrant and Chorus
No, you cannot abolish
the Word of the Lord.

Celebrant
For the Word,
for the Word created mud and got it going
It filled our empty brains with blood and set it flowing
And for thousands of regimes
It’s endured all our follies and fancy schemes.
It’s been tough,
It’s been tough, and yet it seems to be growing!

O you people of power,
O you people of power, your hour is now.
You may plan to rule forever, but you never do somehow.

So we wait in silent treason until reason is restored
and we wait for the season of the Word of the Lord.
We await the season of the Word of the Lord.
We wait…we wait for the Word of the Lord…

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