Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still for my saviour,
storms tear me from limb;
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 knights are 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 blank paper/my tower is built on stone/
I only blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
been the witness, and the seal of death
lingers in the wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship sinking low
You'll begin to if the points of all the ancient myths
are solemnly straight at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No time now for
the for that's long past.
The are thin as tissue
and if I talk I'll the glass.
So I think on how it might have been,
locked in monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm too tired 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!' helmsmen scream
and in through the sky,
not breaking through my shrieks...
no breaks until I
the scratch on window-slits--
faces, mindless grins
only on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the sea: no hopes at dawn.
White bone in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the dark
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.
Would you cry if I
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the final of mine?
Would you catch my
I know there's no time
I that there's no rhyme...
false find me
I don't to hate,
I want to grow;
why I let me
and be free?..but I die very slowly 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
might house the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so I may better find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my feet
I scan the
I keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking on the years
it seems I have 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 have
leaves me chasing peace;
but I experience in my head....
I'm too to the light
I don't I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Thickens
WHERE is the God that my hand?
HOW can the hands of others me?
WHEN will I find 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 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 me...I know you well.
Stars slice where the lines stand much 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 doesn't feel so very bad now: I the end is the start.
Begin to feel glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.