Mass A Theatre Piece for Singers, Players and Dancers I: 3. Trope: "Easy" - Leonard Bernstein

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

I don’t know where to start

There’s so much I could show

But how far, Lord, but how far can I go?

I don’t know

If you ask me to join you in some real

Good vice

Now that might be nice

Once or twice

But don’t look for sacraments or sacrific

They’re not worth the pric

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

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

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

If I could I’d confess

Good and loud, nice and slow, Lord

Easy, easy

Beatam Mariam semper Virginem

Precor

Beatum Michaelem Archangelum

Ideo precor

Beatum Joannem Baptistam

Sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum

Omnes sanctos

Et vos, fratres

Orare pro me

Ad Dominum Deum nostrum

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

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

Confiteor

(speaking)

God forgive you

(speaking)

God forgive us all

(speaking)

God be with you

(speaking)

And with your spirit

(speaking)

Let us pray