Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me from limb;
my fingers like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my is true
my eyes have stark witness
and now my are numbered too.

seen the smiles on dead
the shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and 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 have blunt scissors/I have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the of death
lingers in the wax that is my head.
When you see the of sailing-ship spars 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 walls are as tissue
and if I talk crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
locked in silent monologue, in silent
Anyway, I'm too tired to speak
and, as the crash on the bleak
of the tower, I start to freak....
...and that I am overcome...
iv. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' helmsmen scream
and in through the sky,
not breaking my seagull shrieks...
no breaks until I
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, mindless
only intent on what they've lost.
I craw the wall steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed 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 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 the final words of mine?
Would you my words?
I know there's no time
I know that no rhyme...
signs 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 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 vampire and it on me
now, madly, over the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
might house the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my dry?
I the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all of me.
Looking on the years
it seems that I have
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 peace;
but I experience in my head....
I'm too close to the
I think I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God guides my hand?
HOW can the of others reach me?
WHEN will I find what I grope
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
Crashing sea/atrophied
Chance has my Guinevere....
I don't to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me
One haggard DROWNED 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
Oceans drifting sideways, I am into the spell;
I you around me...I know you well.
slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark;
I I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is of Choice?
Where do I in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It feel 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.