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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 |