Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me limb from
my feel 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 hands--
the stars shine, but not for me.
I disaster and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank tower is built on stone/
I only have blunt scissors/I only the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the of death
lingers in the molten wax is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars low
You'll begin to wonder if the of all the ancient myths
are solemnly directed at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the time for long past.
The walls are thin as
and if I I'll crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm too tired to speak
and, as the waves on the bleak
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 my seagull shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the scratch on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on what they've lost.
I craw the till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the sea: no hopes at dawn.
White bone shine in the mask
lost mastheads the freezing dark
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no harbour to gain
v. The Presence of the Tours
'Alone, alone,' the all call,
me in the light.
The life I feel at all
is the of the night.
Would you cry if I
you cry if I died?
Would you catch the final of mine?
Would you my words?
I that there's no time
I that there's no rhyme...
signs find me
I don't to hate,
I want to grow;
why I let me
live and be free?..but I die very alone.
I know no ways,
I am so afraid,
won't let me
just be myself and so I am alone....
The of my memory
is a vampire and it on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
Lighthouses might the key
but can I reach the
I want to on the sea
so I may better find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my feet
I the horizon
I must keep my on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it seems I have lost
the
a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...now I am the I stay in.
All of the grief I have
leaves me chasing solitary
but I hold in my head....
I'm too to the light
I don't I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Thickens
is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I what I grope for?
WHO is going to me?
I am are we/we can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one wave in the
But sea will drag me
One more DROWNED MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the
I you around me...I know 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 of Choice?
do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.