Luyện nghe bài hát A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

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

seen the smiles on hands--
the shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I the cost....
I but, shining, dying,
I know that I am 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 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 myths
are solemnly straight at
you...
ii.
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
iii.
No time now for
the for that's long past.
The walls are thin as
and if I talk I'll the glass.
So I only on how it might have been,
locked in silent monologue, in scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to
and, as the crash 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 through my seagull shrieks...
no breaks I die:
the spectres on window-slits--
hollowed faces, grins
only intent on destroying they've lost.
I craw the wall steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my has sailed 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 only I feel at all
is the of the night.
Would you cry if I
Would you cry if I
Would you catch the final words of
Would you my words?
I know that no time
I know there's no rhyme...
false signs me
I don't to hate,
I want 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 and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my
is a and it feeds on me
now, staggering madly, the brink I
fall.
vi. (Custard's) Last
Lighthouses house the key
but can I reach the
I want to on the sea
so that I may find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my dry?
I the horizon
I must my eyes on all parts of me.
back on the years
it seems that I have
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 I see right, for I blind me....
vii. The Clot
WHERE is the God that guides my
HOW can the of others reach 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.
sea/atrophied history:
Chance has my Guinevere....
I want to be one wave in the water
But sea will me deep
One more haggard MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I I'm just 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 into the spell;
I you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons the lines stand much too stark;
I I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?
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.