1.BAAL'S HYMN
Lyrics：Bertolt Brecht
Music：Bertolt Brecht
Whilst his mother's womb contained the growing Baal,
Even then the sky was waiting quiet and pale,
Naked, young, immensely marvellous-
Like Baal loved it, when he came to us.
That same sky remained with him in joy and care,
Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware.
At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal,
Turning pious as the sky grows pale.
So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar,
Baal kept moving onwards and just let things go.
When Baal's tired, boys, Baal cannot fall far,
He will have his sky down there below.
When the sinners congregate in shame together,
Baal lay naked, revelling in their distress.
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever,
Formed a blanket for his nakedness.
And that lusty girl, the world, who'll laughing yield,
To the men who'll stand the pressure of her thighs-
Sometimes gave him love-bites, such as can't be healed.
Baal survived it, he just used his eyes.
And when Baal saw lots of corpses scattered round,
He felt twice the thrill, despite the lack of room.
'Space enough' said Baal, 'then I'll thicken the ground,
Space enough within this woman's womb'
Any vice for Baal has got its useful side-
It's the man who practices it, he can't abide.
Vices have their point, once you see it as such,
Stick to two for one will be too much.
Slackness, softness are the sort of things to shun,
Nothing could be harder than the quest for fun.
Lots of strength is needed and experience too-
Swollen bellies can embarrass you.
Under gloomy stars and this poor veil of tears,
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears.
Once it's been digested to the forest deep,
Baal trod singing for a well earned sleep.
Baal can spot the vultures in the stormy sky,
As they wait up there to see if Baal will die.
Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead, the vultures swoop-
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup.
When the dark womb drags him down into its prize-
What's the world to mean to Baal？＊ He's overfed!
So much sky is lurking still behind his eyes,
He'll just have enough sky when he's dead!
Once the Earth's dark womb engulfed the rotting Baal,
Even then the sky was up there, quiet and pale.
Naked, young, immensely marvellous.
Like Baal loved it when he lived with us.
2.REMEMBERING MARIE A.
Lyrics：Bertolt Brecht
Music：Bertolt Brecht
It was a day in that blue month September
Silent beneath the plum trees' slender shade
I held her there
My love, so pale and silent
As if she were a dream that must not fade
Above us in the shining summer heaven
There was a cloud my eyes dwelled long upon
It was quite white and very high above us
Then I looked up
And found that it had gone
And since that day, so many moons in silence
Have swum across the sky and gone below
The plum trees surely have been chopped for firewood
And if you ask, how does that love seem now
I must admit, I really can't remember
And yet I know what you are trying to say
But what her face was like, I know no longer
I only know I kissed it on that day
As for the kiss, I long ago forgot it
But for the cloud that floated in the sky
I know that still and shall forever know it
It was quite white and moved in very high
It may be that the plum trees still are blooming
That woman's seventh child may now be there
And yet that cloud had only bloomed for minutes
When I looked up
It vanished on the air
3.BALLAD OF THE ADVENTURERS
Lyrics：Bertolt Brecht
Music：Bertolt Brecht
Sickened by sun, with rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was forgotten
Gone the roof overhead, but the sky was always there
Oh you, who are flung out, alike from heaven and from Hades
You murderers who've been so bitterly repaid
Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies
It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed
Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans
Though his mother has given him up for lost
Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition
Always in search of that land where life seems best
Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises
Calm and grinning, with a vanishing face
At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises
With a blue sky overhead and nothing else
4.DIRTY SONG
Lyrics：Bertolt Brecht
Music：Bertolt Brecht
If a womans hips are ample
Then I want her in the hay
Skirt and stocking all a rample
Cheerfully
For that's my way
If the woman bites in pleasure
Then I wipe it clean with hay
My mouth, her lap together
Not really
For that's my way
If a woman goes on loving
When I feel to tired to play
I'd smile and go off waving, I'm leaving
For that's my way
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