Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still for my saviour,
storms tear me limb limb;
my feel like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my solitude is
my eyes have borne stark
and now my are numbered too.

seen the smiles on hands--
the shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I that I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is on stone/
I only have blunt only 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 sailing-ship spars low
You'll begin to if the points of all the ancient myths
are directed straight at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No now for contrition:
the time for long past.
The are thin as tissue
and if I talk crack the glass.
So I only think on how it have been,
locked in monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm too tired to speak
and, as the waves crash on the
stones of the tower, I to freak....
...and that I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen
and in through the sky,
not through my seagull shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres scratch on
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying what 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 mask
mastheads 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 catch the final words of
Would you catch my
I that there's no time
I know there's no rhyme...
false find me
I don't to hate,
I just want to
why I let me
live and be free?..but I die slowly alone.
I no more 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, staggering madly, over the I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
Lighthouses house the key
but can I the door?
I want to on the sea
so that I may better 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 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 grief I have
leaves me chasing solitary
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 guides my
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I what I grope for?
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are 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 I'm just a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand too stark;
I I am drowning...hands stretch 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 bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to very glad now:
ALL THINGS ARE A
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.