Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still for my saviour,
storms tear me from limb;
my fingers feel seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my is true
my eyes have 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 know that I am lost.
On the table lies paper/my tower is built on stone/
I only have scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of
in the molten wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of spars sinking low
You'll to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
are directed straight at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the for that's long past.
The are thin as tissue
and if I talk crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
locked in silent monologue, in scream
Anyway, I'm much too to speak
and, as the waves on the bleak
stones of the tower, I to freak....
...and find I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen
and fall in the sky,
not through my seagull shrieks...
no until I die:
the spectres on window-slits--
faces, mindless grins
only on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White shine in the iron-jaw mask
mastheads pierce the freezing dark
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no harbour left to
v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos
'Alone, alone,' the all call,
me in the light.
The only life I at all
is the of the night.
Would you cry if I
you cry if I died?
Would you catch the words of mine?
Would you my words?
I that there's no time
I know that no rhyme...
false find me
I don't to hate,
I just want to
why I let me
and be free?..but I die very slowly alone.
I no more ways,
I am so afraid,
myself let me
be myself and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my
is a vampire and it on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
Lighthouses house the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I ever my feet dry?
I scan the
I must keep my on all parts of me.
back on the years
it seems I have lost
the
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a
...now I am the I stay in.
All of the grief I have
leaves me chasing solitary
but I experience in my head....
I'm too to the light
I don't I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God that guides my
HOW can the hands of others me?
WHEN will I find what I grope
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't to be one wave in the water
But sea will me deep
One haggard DROWNED MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm a man;
Do I join or do I Which can is the best I may?
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the
I you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too
I feel I am drowning...hands in the dark.
of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my
It doesn't feel so very bad now: I the end is the start.
Begin to feel glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.