Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me limb from
my fingers like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my solitude is
my have borne stark witness
and now my are numbered too.

seen the smiles on dead
the shine, but they're not for me.
I disaster and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I that I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank tower is built on stone/
I only blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the of death
lingers in the wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the myths
are solemnly directed at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the time for that's past.
The walls are thin as
and if I talk I'll the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
locked in monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to
and, as the waves crash on the
of the tower, I start to freak....
...and that I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost scream
and fall in the sky,
not breaking through my shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres scratch on
faces, mindless grins
only on destroying what they've lost.
I the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the freezing
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no harbour left to
v. The Presence of the Tours
'Alone, alone,' the all call,
me in the light.
The only I feel at all
is the of the night.
you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the final of mine?
Would you catch my
I know that no time
I that there's no rhyme...
false find me
I want to hate,
I just want to
why I let me
live and be free?..but I die very alone.
I know no ways,
I am so afraid,
myself let me
just be and so I am completely alone....
The of my memory
is a and it feeds on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
Lighthouses house the key
but can I reach the
I to walk on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my dry?
I the horizon
I must keep my on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it seems that I lost
the
Like a dog in the night, I run to a manger
...now I am the stranger I in.
All of the grief I seen
leaves me chasing solitary
but I experience in my head....
I'm too to the light
I don't think I see right, for I me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God that guides my
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I what I grope for?
WHO is to teach me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
sea/atrophied history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't to be one wave in the water
But sea will me deep
One more DROWNED MAN...
I can see the coming, but I know I'm just a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the I may?
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I you well.
Stars slice where the lines stand much too stark;
I I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of
Where do I in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now: I the end is the start.
Begin to feel very glad
ALL THINGS ARE A
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.