Lyrics The Courier - The Happy Family

The Courier - The Happy Family
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Date of issue: 31.10.1982
Record label: 4AD
Song language: English

The Courier

I’m carrying the voices again
Don’t believe just comply
Double crossing between here and Hades
The two jaws of a lie
I’m just back from the underworld
I was signing my name
In the book of my ancestors
By the light of the flames
Between the rhythms of the living that I scratch
I meet the dead and they dictate their latest plans
I listen wide-eyed to the plans they’d like to hatch
They’re all reactionary, they’re Tories to a man
They’d like to cancel each advance since time began
And they sing: The errors we made, the mistakes that led us here
To save us getting lonely these must never disappear
Murderers and merchants, assassinations, wars
To wrap these vicious circles round the globe
That’s what we need a courier for
Got my critical faculties but
Hell doesn’t pay me to care
I’ve got the rights to my services
And I can take them elsewhere
(But where?)
I’m just back from the underworld
Found a mission that’s right
Hell’s rewarding me handsomely
So I’m paid on both sides
They showed me likenesses of the man my mother wed T H E CO U R I E R
Who won and windfall and a landslide at the polls
A man of principle after our hearts they said
He sent his speeches out to roost in vacant souls
Like rooks his thoughts will hover on
When he wings his way below
And they sing:
The errors we made, the mistakes that led us here
To save us getting lonely these must never disappear
Murderers and merchants, assassinations, wars
To wrap these vicious circles round the globe
That’s what we need a courier for
I’m a mixture of bloodtypes
I serve a couple of kings
On the horns of a hundred dilemmas
I’m being torn from limb to limb
I’m just back from the underworld
They say my progress is good
If I continue untrustworthy, devious
My admission’s assured
Hell’s a manner of speaking
Hell’s a gleam in our eye
It’s the way we get on in this world
Not where we go when we die
We all carry a language, we all carry a love
To keep them sublime to the end of the line
Please say that’s enough

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Artist lyrics: The Happy Family