Stephen Schwartz
IV. Confession - 3. Trope: “Easy”

[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 stay as cool as autumn rain
You start by sweeping standards down the well-known drain
Then swap your zeal
For nerves of steel
It's so easy and you feel no pain

[SECOND ROCK SINGER]
I don't know where to start
There are scars 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 ask me to love you on a bed of spice
Now that might be nice
Once or twice
But don't look for sacraments or sacrifice
They'rе not worth the price
It's easy to keep thе flair in your affair
Your body's always ready, but your soul's not there
Don't be nonplussed
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 to criticize and beat my jive
But hard to deny how neatly I survive
And what could give
More positive
Plain proof that living is easy when you're half alive
[THREE ROCK SINGERS & THREE BLUES SINGERS]
If I could I'd confess (Easy)
Good and loud, nice and slow, slow (Easy)

[CHOIR]
Beatam Mariam semper Virginem (Precor)
Beatum Michaelem Archangelum (Ideo precor)
Beatum Joannem Baptistam (Precor)
Sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum (Ideo precor)
Omnes sanctos et vos, fratres
Orare pro me
Ad Dominum Deum nostrum
Dominum Deum nostrum

[THREE ROCK SINGERS, THREE BLUES SINGERS & DESCANT]
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, spoken]
God forgive you

[CHOIR, spoken]
God forgive us all

[CELEBRANT, spoken]
God be with you

[CHOIR, spoken]
And with your spirit

[CELEBRANT, spoken]
Let us pray