Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Torch Committee, artist - Josh Ritter. Album song Fever Breaks, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 25.04.2019
Record label: Pytheas, Thirty Tigers
Song language: English
The Torch Committee |
Good evening, may we say again |
How pleased we are that you’ve come in |
The day was long, your bed was soft |
Still there’s some names we’re crossing off |
It says here by your file you |
Have been so loyal, brave, and true |
We need not fret, you need not fear |
And so we come to why you’re here |
The torch committee now confirms |
The truth of rumors lately heard |
That there come monsters in our midst |
Well-disguised and carefully hid |
Anywhere and anyone |
The root of every evil done |
But you will help us root them out |
The torch committee has no doubt |
We see your hands and legs are tied |
In clearest breach of by-law five |
And left here in this little room |
In clearest breach of by-law two |
And though you know that we take pains |
The process of the law remains |
All technicalities aside |
You’ll see our hands are also tied |
For us, the job brings only pain |
To see you naked in these chains |
To see you naked where you stand |
Where so many others have |
Imagine how it feels each day |
To send so many men a way |
But see we’ve got a job and we |
Must dot each «i» and cross each «t» |
Something’s horribly amiss |
How else could you be on our list |
Still we all know directive twelve |
All those so named must prove themselves |
To hungry mob and angry crowd |
Young men making families proud |
By means not meant for light of day |
We wish there was a softer way |
Wait, suppose that we untie |
Your hands to sign upon this line |
To pledge that you have always been |
A patriot and citizen |
Please ignore the legalese |
Lawyers (am I right?) now see |
Why we’re so happy that you came |
Appendix three and list of names |
Pardon us but we can’t help |
But laugh, if you could see yourself |
Relax, it’s always strange to see |
The names on each appendix three |
Brothers, fathers, sons, and wives |
The ones with whom you’ve shared your life |
Mothers, daughters, sisters, friends |
Patriots and citizens |
Children playing in the street |
Strangers whom you chance to meet |
The god to whom you chance to pray |
The girl with whom you choose to stay |
We know the monsters, know their names |
By which they go and which they’ve changed |
And every whisper that we’ve heard |
We’ve read their poison, every word |
How we wish that we could say |
That each of them will walk away |
But sadly it’s the awful truth |
It’s them or us, it’s them or you |
So put your finger to the names |
The only cure for fear is blame |
In doing so, you’re doing good |
There’s many called who never would |
Who stuck by what they thought was right |
Who disappeared by dark of night |
Who disappeared into the breeze |
Left no family left to grieve |
There, now see, that wasn’t bad |
As you leave, you can be glad |
That you have done your little part |
To fight the monsters in the dark |
But have a care, the night is cold |
Take a torch before you go |
And we will keep you safe and warm |
That’s what the torch committee is for |