Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

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

seen the smiles on hands--
the stars shine, but not for me.
I prophesy and then I count the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my is built on stone/
I only blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
been 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 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 that's past.
The walls are thin as
and if I I'll crack the glass.
So I only think on how it have been,
in silent 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 through my seagull shrieks...
no until I die:
the spectres scratch on
hollowed faces, mindless
intent on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical
my pail has into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
bone shine 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 life 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
Would you my words?
I know that there's no
I know that no rhyme...
false find me
I don't 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,
won't let me
just be myself and so I am alone....
The of my memory
is a and it feeds on me
now, staggering madly, over the I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
might house the key
but can I reach the
I to walk on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I keep my feet dry?
I scan the
I must keep my on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it that I have lost
the
a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...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 close to the
I think I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I find what I grope
WHO is to teach 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 DROWNED 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 you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too
I I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is of Choice?
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 THINGS ARE A
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.