Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still 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 is true
my have borne stark witness
and now my are numbered too.

seen the smiles on dead
the stars shine, but not for me.
I prophesy and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I that I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on
I only have blunt scissors/I have the bluntest home....
I've the witness, and the seal of death
lingers in the molten wax is my head.
When you see the skeletons of spars sinking 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 time now for
the time for long past.
The walls are thin as
and if I talk crack the glass.
So I only on how it might have been,
in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to
and, as the crash on the bleak
of the tower, I start to freak....
...and that I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost scream
and in through the sky,
not breaking my seagull shrieks...
no until I die:
the spectres scratch on
hollowed faces, mindless
intent on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the sea: no hopes at dawn.
White shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost pierce the freezing dark
and parallel my tower....
no for the

no harbour left to
v. The of the Night/Kosmos 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 the final words of mine?
Would you catch my
I that there's no time
I know there's no rhyme...
false signs me
I don't 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 vampire and it on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
Lighthouses might the key
but can I the door?
I want to on the sea
so I may better find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my feet
I the horizon
I keep my eyes on all parts of me.
back on the years
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 I have seen
leaves me chasing peace;
but I experience in my head....
I'm too close to the
I think I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Thickens
is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of others me?
WHEN will I what I grope for?
WHO is to teach me?
I am are we/we 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 more haggard 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 into the spell;
I feel you around me...I you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand too stark;
I feel I am drowning...hands in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of
Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my
It feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel very glad
ALL ARE A PART
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.