Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting 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 eyes have borne stark
and now my knights are too.

seen the smiles on hands--
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 blank tower is built on stone/
I only have 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 wonder if the of all the ancient myths
are directed straight at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the time for that's past.
The walls are as tissue
and if I I'll crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
locked in monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to
and, as the waves on the bleak
of the tower, I start 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 until I die:
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying what lost.
I craw the till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the sea: no joking at dawn.
White bone shine in the iron-jaw
lost mastheads pierce the freezing
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no left to gain
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 final words of
Would you catch my
I that there's no time
I that there's no rhyme...
false signs me
I don't to hate,
I want to grow;
why I let me
live and be free?..but I die slowly alone.
I know no ways,
I am so afraid,
won't let me
just be myself and so I am alone....
The maelstrom of my
is a vampire and it on me
now, staggering madly, the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
might house the key
but can I the door?
I want to on the sea
so I may better find ashore...
but how can I keep my feet dry?
I the horizon
I must my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it seems that I have
the
a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...now I am the stranger I in.
All of the I have seen
leaves me 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 Thickens
WHERE is the God that guides my
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN I find what I grope for?
WHO is to teach me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
Crashing history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I want to be one wave in the water
But sea drag 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
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled the spell;
I feel you me...I know you well.
Stars horizons where the lines stand much too stark;
I feel I am drowning...hands in the dark.
of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel very now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.