Leonard Bernstein - Mass - 31. Fraction: Things Get Broken (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop) | Текст песни

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• Mass - 31. Fraction: Things Get Broken (Baltimore Symphony Orchestra, Marin Alsop)

Celebrant
PA…CEM!
PA…CEM!!
PA…CEM!!!

Celebrant
Look…Isn’t that – odd…
Red wine – isn’t red – at all…
It’s sort of – brown…brown and blue…
I never noticed that.
What are you staring at?
Haven’t you ever seen an accident before?

Look…Isn’t that – odd…
Glass shines – brighter -
When it’s – broken…
I never noticed that.

How easily things get broken.
How easily things get broken.
Glass – and brown wine -
Thick – like blood…
Rich – like honey and blood…

Hey – don’t you find that funny?
I mean, it’s supposed to be blood…
I mean, it is blood…His…
It was…
How easily things get broken…

What are you staring at?
Haven’t you ever seen an accident before?

Come on, come on, admit it,
Confess it was fun -
Wasn’t it?
You know it was exciting
To see what I’ve done.

Come on, you know you loved it.
You’re dying for more.
Wasn’t it smashing
To see it all come crashing
Right down to the floor!

Right!
You were right, little brothers,
You were right all along.
Little brothers and sisters,
It was I who was wrong -
So earnest, so solemn,
As stiff as a column,

“Lauda, Lauda, Laude.”
Little brothers and sisters,
You were right all along!
It’s got to be exciting,
It’s got to be strong.

Come on! Come on and join me,
Come join in the fun:

Shatter and splatter
Pitcher and platter
What do we care?
We won’t be there!
What does it matter?
What does it…
…matter…

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Haven’t you ever seen an accident before?

Listen…Isn’t that – odd…
We can – be – so still…
so still and – numb…
How easily things get quiet.

Quiet… God is very ill…
We must… all be very still…
His voice… has grown so small,
Almost… not there at all…
Don’t you cry…
Lullaby…
Sleep…
Sleep…

Shh…
Shh…
Pray, pray… you sons of men
Don’t let… him die again

Stay, oh stay…
Domine…
Stay…

Why are you waiting?
Just go on without me
Stop waiting
What is there about me
That you’ve been respecting
And what have you all been
Expecting to see?

Take a look, there is nothing
But me under this,
There is nothing you’ll miss!
Put it on, and you’ll see
Any one of you can be
Any one of me!

What?
Are you still waiting?
Still waiting for me,
Me alone,
To sing you into heaven?
Well, you’re on your own.

Come on, say it,
What has happened to
All of your vocal powers?
Sing it, pray it.
Where’s that mumbo and jumbo
I’ve heard for hours?

Praying and pouting,
Braying and shouting litanies,
Chanting epistles,
Bouncing your missals
On your knees…

Go on whining,
Pining, moaning, intoning,
Groaning obscenities!
Why have you stopped praying?
Stopped your Kyrieing?
Where is your crying and complaining?
Where is your lying and profaning?
Where is your agony?
Where is your malady?
Where is your parody
Of God – said -
Let there be and there was
God said:
Let there Beatam Mariam semper Virginem,
Beatam miss the Gloria,

I don’t sing Gratias
Agimus tibi propter magnam
Gloriam tu – am – en…
Amen. Amen.

I’m in a hurry -
And come again.
When?
You said you’d come…

Come love, come lust,
It’s so easy if you just
Don’t care-

Lord, don’t you care…

…if it all ends today…

…profundis clamavi
Clamavi ad te,
Domine, ad Dominum,
Ad Dom…

…A-donai – don’t know -
I don’t no – bis…
Miserere nobis…

Mi-se…mi…
Mi alone is only me…
But mi with so…
Me with s…mi…

Oh, I suddenly feel every step I’ve ever taken,
And my legs are lead
And I suddenly see every hand I’ve ever shaken,
And my arms are dead
I feel every psalm that I’ve ever sung
Turn to wormwood on my tongue.
And I wonder,
Oh, I wonder,
Was I

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