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COURTIERS
Well, you’ve taken every fence,
Although the highest ones have left you sprawling
No, there can be no defence, for the accidents that are your calling
The chosen ones have found their form, the guides they had to meet
They’ve fallen on their feet, while you’re just falling
Oh if you could find their way, trace their path
Have their good fortune.
Oh yes, if you knew who they knew, had what they had
Oh, such sweet torture
Meanwhile sitting in the stands, trying to catch a sight
Reaching out our hands, for we’re all Courtiers
Jesters, shysters, their foot-soldiers,
Christmas puppies, all time losers
Innocents and victims too, at the tail end of the queue
Stop, your life is passing by, there’s no reason why
You can’t enjoy it
But time and time again you find, the illusion’s fine
You can’t destroy it
We’re waiting by the road, we’re waiting in the rain
They’re coming round again, for we’re their Courtiers
Nuisance Callers, whores and stalkers,
Stallers, crawlers, touts and hawkers
Fighters, fences, late-night brawlers
Beggars, bawlers, back-street prowlers
Saints and sinners, thieves and judges
Innocents and victims too, and we’re still waiting in the queue.
Well, you’ve taken every fence,
Although the highest ones have left you sprawling
No, there can be no defence, for the accidents that are your calling
The chosen ones have found their form, the guides they had to meet
They’ve fallen on their feet, while you’re just falling
(Where are we falling to?)
Alistair Murphy is a British songwriter, record producer and musician.
He has released
four albums with his band The Half Life as well as solo albums under his own name and his stage name The Curator.
As well as recording and producing a host of his own albums under various names he has produced four albums by Judy Dyble and two by Terry Stamp of the cult proto-punk band Third World War....more