Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

i.
Still for my saviour,
storms tear me limb limb;
my fingers feel seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a man...my solitude is true
my have borne stark witness
and now my knights are 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 that 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 seal of
lingers in the molten wax is my head.
When you see the skeletons of 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 I'll the glass.
So I only think on how it have been,
locked in monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too to speak
and, as the waves on the bleak
of the tower, I start 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 until I die:
the scratch on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till ends in the vertical fall;
my has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost pierce the freezing dark
and parallel my tower....
no for the

no harbour 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 catch the final words of
Would you catch my
I that there's no time
I that there's no rhyme...
false find me
I don't to hate,
I just want to
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 and so I am completely alone....
The of my memory
is a vampire and it on me
now, staggering madly, the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Stand
Lighthouses house the key
but can I reach the
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 on all parts of me.
Looking back on the
it seems that I lost
the
a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...now I am the stranger I in.
All of the grief I have
me chasing solitary peace;
but I experience in my head....
I'm too close to the
I don't think I see right, for I me....
vii. The Thickens
WHERE is the God guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of reach me?
WHEN will I find I grope for?
WHO is to teach me?
I am are we/we can't 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 drag me deep
One more haggard 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 drifting sideways, I am pulled the spell;
I feel you around me...I you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand too stark;
I feel I am drowning...hands in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of
Where do I in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
to feel very glad now:
ALL ARE A PART
ALL ARE APART
ALL ARE A PART.