Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

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

seen the smiles on hands--
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 scissors/I have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of
lingers in the wax that is my head.
you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient
are solemnly 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 might been,
locked in 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 helmsmen
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 they've lost.
I craw the wall till steepness in the vertical fall;
my pail has into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the dark
and parallel my 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.
you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the words of mine?
you catch my words?
I know that no time
I know there's no rhyme...
false signs me
I want to hate,
I just to grow;
why I let me
and be free?..but I die very slowly alone.
I no more ways,
I am so afraid,
myself let me
just be and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my
is a vampire and it on me
now, staggering madly, the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
might house the key
but can I reach the
I to walk 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 back on the
it seems that I 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 solitary peace;
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
is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of others me?
WHEN I find what I grope for?
WHO is going to me?
I am me/me are we/we see
any way out of here.
Crashing history:
has lost my Guinevere....
I want to be one wave 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
drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines much too stark;
I I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my
It feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
to feel very glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE
ALL ARE A PART.