Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me 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 witness
and now my are numbered too.

seen the smiles on hands--
the stars shine, but not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I that I am almost lost.
On the lies blank paper/my tower is built on stone/
I only have blunt scissors/I only have the home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of
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 directed at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the time for that's past.
The walls are thin as
and if I I'll crack 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 that I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost scream
and fall in the sky,
not breaking my seagull shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres scratch on
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on what they've lost.
I the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone shine in the iron-jaw
lost mastheads the freezing dark
and my isolated tower....
no for the

no left to gain
v. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos
'Alone, alone,' the all call,
me in the light.
The only I feel at all
is the of the night.
Would you cry if I
Would you cry if I
you catch the final words of mine?
Would you catch my
I know that no time
I that there's no rhyme...
false find me
I want 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
be myself and so I am completely alone....
The of my memory
is a vampire and it on me
now, staggering madly, over the I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
Lighthouses house the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I keep my feet dry?
I the horizon
I keep my eyes on all parts of me.
back on the years
it that I have lost
the
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a
...now I am the I stay in.
All of the I have seen
leaves me chasing solitary
but I hold in my head....
I'm too to the light
I don't think I see right, for I me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God guides my hand?
HOW can the of others reach me?
will I find what I grope for?
WHO is going to me?
I am are we/we can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing history:
has lost my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one 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 or do I founder? Which can is the best I may?
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the
I feel you me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons 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 THINGS ARE A
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.