D I S C O G R A P H Y
'Happy Families' cover
CD - Park Records PRK CD 4
(UK, 1990)
CD - Hypertension HYCD 200 115
(GER, 1991)
Maddy Prior & Rick Kemp:
Happy Families
  1. Happy Families (Prior & Kemp)
  2. Good Job (Prior)
  3. Rose (Prior & Kemp)
  4. Mother And Child (Prior)
  5. Here Comes Midnight (Kemp)
  6. Bewcastle (Prior & Kemp)
  7. Who's Sorry Now (Kalmar, Ruby & Snyder)
  8. Fire On The Line (Kemp)
  9. Goodbye (Kemp)
  10. Alex (Prior)
  11. Low Flying (Kemp)
  12. Happy Families (reprise) (Prior & Kemp)
  13. Bewcastle Instrumental (Prior & Kemp)
musicians: Maddy Prior - vocals
Rick Kemp - bass, guitars, vocals Simon Edwards - guitaron, Ashbury bass
Roy Dodds - drums, percussion
Kim Burton - accordion, kaval, gajda (goat)
Nick Holland - keyboars
Ian Kellet - keyboars
Chris Baylis - jet guitar
Pete Crowther - cello
Richard Lee - acoustic double bass
other credits: Produced by Maddy Prior, Rick Kemp
and Chris Baylis
Executive Producer - John Dagnell


L y r i c s

Happy Families

Who will wash the dishes ?
Who will earn the daily bread ?
Who will lie in bed till noon
Earphones clamped around his head ?

Father does the washing up
Mother earns a living wage
The jobless son lies in his bed
Unemployed he's come of age

Chorus:
Happy, happy, happy, happy families

Who is on the phone all day ?
Who'll be out most of the night ?
Who's demanding all the world
Not in bed without a fight ?

Teenage daughter on the phone
With surly, selfish, sultry talk
The baby's into everything
He gets around, now he can walk

Chorus

Who will feed the baby ?
Who will teach him at her knee ?
Who sits alone across the town
Slowly stirring luke warm tea ?

The nanny feeds the baby
She takes him to the nursery
Grandma's in the old folk's home
Waiting for some company

Chorus

Good Job

If you were a banker
Well I'd keep my money under the bed
It's safer to be sorry
And I'm sorry that it has to be said
I give you presents and loving
But you ask for more than that
It's a good job that I love you
Or I'd take them all back

So stay through today on a prayer for tomorrow
Forget old stories, forbid old sorrows

If you were a hot dog man
I wouldn't give you any concessions
And if you were my local priest
I wouldn't give you my confessions
You're predictable as the weather
You're more cloud than sun
It's a good job that I love you
Better than anyone

So stay through today on a prayer for tomorrow
Forget old stories, forbid old sorrows
And do not account blame
For past mistakes
But keep a weather eye open
Just in case

I wouldn't trust you past Sunday
I wouldn't trust you past the door
It's a good job that I love you
Or I'd wonder what I bothered for
You with such a roving eye
And so much to see
It's a good job that I love you
With such monotony

Rose

Rose grow like a spring weed
Shoots up like a Lamb in May
She's a wild flower an April shower
That washes all my cares away

Rose blows delicate kisses
Then screams like an old fishwife
She's sweet, she's sour a smile and a glower
That butters and cuts just like a knife

Rose knows that time is now
Tomorrow never will exist
With her steel limbs and her coy grins
She rushes, she rushes from the past

Rose throws toys and tantrums
Then cuddles up close to my heart
She gets under my skin with a twist of a whim
She turns and tears me apart

Rose knows that flowers are for picking
Life is just to throw away
A moments regret and then she'll forget
And run out into the yard to play

Mother And Child

"O why do you laugh so loud?"
Said the mother to her child
"To stop myself from crying"
The child replied

"Then why do you cry all night"
Said the mother to her child
"To stop my laughter waking you"
The child replied

"O where are all your friends from school?"
Said the mother to her child
"All married off to mortgages"
The child replied

"O why do you not marry?"
Said the mother to her child
"Because, because, because"
The child replied

"Why not marry and have children?"
Said the mother to her child
"You ask too many questions"
The child replied

"But it's only because I love you"
Said the mother to her child
"That's why I cannot answer"
The child replied

Here Comes Midnight

Here comes Midnight
Creeping into my room like a long-lost friend
He said he'd heard you'd gone away again
And I needed company
Well, I've got a friend in Midnight
He sits with me through the long, cold night
Then fades away with the morning light
To the dark side of the world

Chorus:
These long, long nights, while you're away
He comes to stay 'til morning light
Well here comes Midnight

Here comes Midnight
My only friend in this distant place
With the shadow of a smile upon his silent face
He seeks me out when I'm alone
Well, I've got a friend in Midnight
He draws his starry cloak across the Sun
And brings the rising moon to anyone
Who is lonely just like me

Chorus

Who's Sorry Now

Who's sorry now ?
Who's sorry now ?
Who's heart is aching
For breaking each vow ?
Who's sad and blue ?
Who's crying too ?
Just like I cried
Over you
Just like a friend
Right to the end
I tried to warn you somehow
You had your way
Now you must pay
I'm glad that you're sorry now

Bewcastle

The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells
And the wind strips the skin from my face
The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me
Our bit is a draughty old place
Oh yes, it's a draughty old place

The land's like a bog with rain upon rain
Wet upon wet upon wet
Nine months winter and three months bad weather
And never a dry day yet
No never a dry day yet

There's always the beasts waiting for a feed
And it's just the same with the men
With the kids home today and the hens are off lay
And I'll never get all this work done
No I'll never get all my work done

The snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells
And the wind is chasing the sun
The forestry shroud of lowering cloud
Tells that there's more rain to come
There's always some more rain to come

But the snow drops are gone there'll be primroses soon
And lambing time's well on its way
Lord bless us and hear no silage this year
Give us a hot month for making the hay
Make it hot for the making the hay

But the snow is a-lying up on Bewcastle Fells
And the wind strips the skin from my face
The bare bones of a tree give some shelter to me
Our bit is a draughty old place
Oh yes, it's a very old place

Fire On The Line

There's a fire on the line
Going to slow this old engine down
And they say we're running out of time
Will be too late to celebrate
When the curtain of the century comes down
Or will we drive through the ashes of the fire unafraid
Or die right here in this desert we've made

Stormy waters off the beam
Going to sink this old battleship we've made
And she's building up a head of steam
And the coastguard cursed as another flare burst
With just the keel of his lifeboat laid
Will we reach the harbour with all hands saved
Or sink like a stone in this watery grave

There's double trouble in the sky
Silver linings vanish in thin air
And they say we're all going to fry
When the harmful rays of the sun we praise
Cast a shadow on our children's lives
Will we burn to a cinder in the sun's sweet kiss
Or see another sunrise, through a cool morning mist

There's a fire ...

Goodbye

I used to drive you
To the dawn airport
With more than half the journey spent in separate thought
Aimless international people promenade
You looked like on of them, so I found it double-hard
To say goodbye to you
Here comes another lonely week or two

I used to drive you
To the mid-day ships
With parting platitudes alive on your lips
For me to store and use while you're away
Another dockside vagrant as I wave across the bay
Waving goodbye to you
Here comes another lonely week or two
I'd buy your ticket while you powdered your face
Then make ambitious promises of calls from every place
And then goodbye to you
Here comes another lonely week or two

I used to drive you
To the midnight train
So strange the way, it always seemed to rain
I'd guard your bags while you chose a magazine
We drank the coffee from the platform machine
And then goodbye to you
Here comes another lonely week or two

I used to drive you

Alex

I want to hold you locked in my arms
Away from all the harms of this world
I want to light your life with a pure flame
But I know you have to go
But I hope you'll come back sometimes
To say hello

I want to show you all my mistakes
But that would take a lifetime and more
You have your own to make and time is short
And I know you must be gone
But I hope you think of here sometimes
As still your home

I'll watch you walk away and I'll smile
You'll always be a child in my heart
May Gods love go with you and keep you
Love has touched me with its wing
You're the sweetest song, my son
That I could sing

Low Flying

Jonathon Wilcox, answered an advert
Next to Mercedes, in a Sunday Magazine
The RAF needs aircrew, I've got nothing else to do
So they dressed him all in blue, and they gave him a machine

They trained him for ages, and we paid him wages
And he passed from Cranwell, ceremoniously
The band played loudly, and his mother said proudly
He's off to the clouds to defend you and me

Chorus:
L l l l l l l low flying
You certainly make your presence felt
L l l l l l l low flying
You certainly fly below the belt

Call this peacetime, it's more like Mannheim
During an air-raid in 1944
Jonathon's Phantom frightens our children
put the kettle on 'cause he's coming through the door

Chorus

Don't fly in the country, go to the city
Where you'll find more voters than sheep
Don't be sinister, try Westminster
During the day, when the house is asleep


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