"Repent"
MISSIONARY: BLESSED ARE THE POOR.
BLESSED ARE THE MEEK IN SPIRIT.
BLESSED ARE THE PEACEFUL
FOR HEAVEN THEY SHALL INHERIT.
BLESSED ARE THOSE
WHO ACCEPT THEIR POSITION.
BLESSED ARE THOSE
WHO WORK WITH THEIR HANDS
AND HOLD NO WORLDLY POSSESSIONS.
SO PUT DOWN YOUR GUNS,
THERE'S NO REVOLUTION.
YOU CAN'T RUSH THE KINGDOM OF GOD.
REPENT, REPENT.
THERE'S NO SIN IN SUBMISSION.
COME LIVE BY THE 'WHACK'
OF OUR SHEPHERD'S ROD.
JORGE: YOU SEEM TO FORGET
THERE'S NO FOOD FOR MY FAMILY.
MISSIONARY: BLESSED ARE THE HUNGRY...
LUPE: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
MY DAUGHTER THROWS UP FROM THE WATER.
MISSIONARY: ALL CAN BE HEALED
THROUGH FAITH IN OUR LORD...
JORGE: WHY CAN'T YOU SEE
THE RICH GETTING RICHER?
MISSIONARY: IT ALL DEPENDS ON THE SIZE
OF THE EYE
OF THE NEEDLE.
THE WORD OF THE LORD
HOLDS ALL THE ANSWERS
IF ONLY YOU TWIST THEM YOUR WAY.
ONE NEEDS NOT BE TIMID
WHEN CHANGING WHAT'S IN IT
TO MAKE IT MEAN WHAT YOU SAY.
I COME TO MAKE HEAVEN
AS IT IS HERE ON EARTH,
I'M SELLING THE CITY OF GOD.
REPENT, REPENT.
GET EVERY CENT THAT IT'S WORTH
AND LIVE OFF THE FAT
OF OUR SHEPHERD'S FLOCK.
CAMPESINOS: // EL SEÑOR, MISSIONARY & GUNMEN (except SALAMÓN):
WE SEEK PROMISED LAND, // DROP YOUR HEATHEN GOD,
WE SEEK PROMISED HARVESTS. // DROP YOUR OUTDATED BELIEFS,
WE ARE CHILDREN OF WAR // FORGET YOUR HALF-REALIZED HEAVEN,
AND CHILDREN OF CARNAGE. // LIVE FAST, FOR LIFE IS SO BRIEF.
REPENT, REPENT, // REPENT, REPENT,
DON'T BE SO SELF-RIGHTEOUS. // YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS:
WE'RE THE EFFECT, // A SURE SIGN YOU'VE
YOU ARE THE CAUSE. // FALLEN FROM GOD.
REPENT, REPENT, // REPENT, REPENT,
AND TAKE OF YOUR SANDALS. // YOU PAGANS AND VANDALS.
YOU'RE WALKING ON DIRT // YOU'RE WORSE THAN THIS DIRT
THAT'S HOLY TO MANÁ. // IN THE EYES OF OUR GOD.
EL SEÑOR: Come, let's go in. It's not safe out en la noche. (To the GUNMEN.) You as well. Have supper with us and get to know my guest.
LUPE: Our pay, Señor.
EL SEÑOR: Mañana, mañana. Can't you see that I'm busy?
(EL SEÑOR, the MISSIONARY, and the GUNMEN exit. SALAMÓN hesitates only to be confronted by the angry protests of the CAMPESINOS. Spooked, he turns and follows his comrades. The furor dies down.)
JORGE: If I was young, I would argue.
LUPE: No, Jorge. If we were young, we would fight.
(There is a soft whistle from the fields, then DIEGO enters.)
LUPE: What are you doing here, Diego? It's dangerous.
DIEGO: Everything's dangerous, Lupe.
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montepío - the musical
General FictionThe libretto for a 2-act Broadway-style musical about a revolution that plays out on a fictional Latin American coffee plantation. And Diego, the revolutionary leader, is in love with the Dictator's daughter... Love, politics, violence, and conseque...
