Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting for my saviour,
storms me limb from limb;
my fingers 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 knights are too.

seen the smiles on dead
the shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is on stone/
I only blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the of death
lingers in the molten wax is my head.
When you see the of sailing-ship 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 for that's long past.
The walls are as tissue
and if I talk crack the glass.
So I only on how it might have been,
locked in silent monologue, in silent
Anyway, I'm too tired to speak
and, as the waves crash on the
stones of the tower, I to freak....
...and find I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen
and in through the sky,
not breaking my seagull shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the scratch on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying what lost.
I craw the wall till steepness in the vertical fall;
my has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone in the iron-jaw mask
mastheads pierce the freezing dark
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no harbour to gain
v. The of the Night/Kosmos Tours
'Alone, alone,' the all call,
me in the light.
The life I feel at all
is the of the night.
you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the final of mine?
you catch my words?
I know that there's no
I know there's no rhyme...
signs find me
I want to hate,
I want to grow;
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 and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my
is a and it feeds on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
Lighthouses might the key
but can I reach the
I to walk on the sea
so that I may better ashore...
but how can I ever keep my feet
I the horizon
I keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it that 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 seen
leaves me chasing peace;
but I experience in my head....
I'm too to the light
I think I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Thickens
WHERE is the God that my hand?
HOW can the of others reach me?
will I find what I grope for?
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
sea/atrophied history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one in the water
But sea will drag me
One more DROWNED MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I I'm just 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 into the spell;
I you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines much too stark;
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 I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel glad now:
ALL THINGS ARE A
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.