SIMON ZEALOTES
There must be over fifty thousand
Screaming love and more for you
Everyone of fifty thousand
Would do whatever you ask him to
Keep them yelling their devotion
But add a touch of hate at Rome
You will rise to a greater power
We will win ourselves a home
You’ll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
Amen !Amen!
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
