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 man...my solitude is true
my eyes borne stark witness
and now my knights are too.

seen the smiles on dead
the shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy and then I count 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 been the witness, and the of death
in the molten wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient
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 talk I'll the glass.
So I only think on how it might been,
in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too 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 in through the sky,
not breaking through my shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying what lost.
I craw the till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the dark
and parallel my 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
Would you cry if I
Would you the final words of mine?
you catch my words?
I that there's no time
I know there's no rhyme...
signs find me
I want 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,
myself let me
be myself and so I am completely alone....
The of my memory
is a and it feeds on me
now, staggering madly, over the I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
might house the key
but can I the door?
I to walk on the sea
so that I may better ashore...
but how can I ever keep my dry?
I the horizon
I must keep my on all parts of me.
Looking on the years
it seems that I lost
the
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a
...now I am the I stay in.
All of the grief I have
leaves me solitary peace;
but I experience 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 that my hand?
HOW can the hands of others me?
WHEN will I find what I grope
WHO is to teach me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
Crashing sea/atrophied
Chance has 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 a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the I may?
viii. End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am into the spell;
I feel you around me...I 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 Freedom of
do I stand 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 ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.