POOR JERUSALEM
JESUS
Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews, nor Judas, nor the Twelve
Nor the priests, nor the Scribes, nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all… understand at all
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem
You’d see the truth but you close your eyes
But you close your eyes
While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem
To conquer death you only have to die
You only have to die
PILATE’S DREAM
Pontius Pilate’s house, Monday
PIIATE
I dreamed I met a Galilean
A most amazing man
He had that look you very rarely find
The haunting hunted kind
I asked him to say what had happened
How it all began
I asked again he never said a word
As if he hadn’t heard
And next the room was full of wild and angry men
They seemed to hate this man — they fell on him and then
They disappeared again
Then I saw thousands of millions
Crying for this man
And then I heard them mentioning my name
And leaving me the blame
THE TEMPLE
The Temple
MONEYLENDERS AND MERCHANTS
Roll on up–for my price is down
Come on in–for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Roll on up–for my price is down
Come on in–for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Name your price I got everything
Come and buy it’s all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while the stocks still last
JESUS
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it a den of thieves
Get out! Get out!
My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I’ve tried for three years, seems like thirty
Seems like thirty
CROWD
See my eyes I can hardly see
See me stand I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue I can hardly talk
See my skin I’m a mass of blood
See my legs I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse I’m a poor poor man
Will you touch will you mend me Christ
Won’t you touch will you heal me Christ
Will you kiss you can cure me Christ
Won’t you kiss won’t you pay me Christ
JESUS
There’s too many of you–don’t push me
There’s too little of me–don’t crowd me
Heal yourselves!
EVERYTHING’ S ALRIGHT
MARY MAGDALENE
Try not to get worried try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you oh don’t you know
Everything’s alright yes everything’s fine
JESUS
And I think I shall sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without me tonight
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE HIM
MARY MAGDALENE
Close your eyes close your eyes
And relax think of nothing tonight
I don’t know how to love him
What to do how to move him
I’ve been changed yes really changed
In these past few days when I’ve seen myself
I seem like someone else
I don’t know how to take this
I don’t see why he moves me
He’s a man he’s just a man
And I’ve had so many men before
In very many ways
He’s just one more
Should I bring him down should I scream and shout
Should I speak of love let my feelings out
I never thought I’d come to this — what’s it all about
Don’t you think it’s rather funny
I should be in this position
I’m the one who’s always been
So calm so cool, no lover’s fool
Running every show
He scares me so
I never thought I’d come to this — what’s it all about
Yet if he said he loved me
I’d be lost I’d be frightened
I couldn’t cope, just couldn’t cope
I’d turn my head I’d back away
I wouldn’t want to know
He scares me so
I want him so
I love him so
