Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still for my saviour,
storms me limb from limb;
my feel like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a man...my solitude is true
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 prophesy and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know that I am lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on
I only have blunt scissors/I only have the home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of
in the molten wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars low
You'll to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
are solemnly directed at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No time now for
the for that's long 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 silent monologue, in silent
Anyway, I'm much too tired to
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 scream
and fall in the sky,
not breaking through my shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, mindless
intent on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical
my has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the freezing
and parallel my 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 life I at all
is the of the night.
you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the words of mine?
Would you catch my
I know that no time
I that there's 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
just be myself and so I am alone....
The of my memory
is a vampire and it on me
now, staggering madly, over the I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
might house the key
but can I reach the
I to walk on the sea
so that I may better ashore...
but how can I keep my feet dry?
I scan the
I must keep my on all parts of me.
back on the years
it seems that I 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
me chasing solitary peace;
but I hold in my head....
I'm too close to the
I think I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I find I grope for?
WHO is to teach me?
I am are we/we can't 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 haggard MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines 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 bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to very glad now:
ALL THINGS ARE A
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.