Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting 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 is true
my have borne stark witness
and now my are numbered too.

seen the on dead hands--
the shine, but they're not for me.
I disaster and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is on stone/
I have blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of
lingers in the molten wax is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship sinking low
You'll to wonder 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 I'll the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
in silent 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 find I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen
and in through the sky,
not through my seagull shrieks...
no breaks until I
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying what lost.
I the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone in the iron-jaw mask
lost pierce the freezing dark
and my isolated 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 I feel at all
is the of the night.
Would you cry if I
you cry if I died?
Would you catch the final words of
you catch my words?
I that there's no time
I know that no rhyme...
false find me
I don't to hate,
I just to grow;
why I let me
live and be free?..but I die very alone.
I no more ways,
I am so afraid,
won't 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) Last
Lighthouses might the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so I may better 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 stranger I 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 I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the of others reach me?
WHEN will I find what I for?
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing sea/atrophied
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one wave in the
But sea will drag me
One haggard DROWNED MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm a man;
Do I or do I founder? Which can is the best I may?
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I 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
do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now: I the end is the start.
to feel very glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.