Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a stage on we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to a start
at seeing something more than
survival chased by death.
If I believed the sum
of the to which we've come
I waste my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
There was a time when more was than
known,
but now, inside my sett,
in light more mundane, thought rattles
my
we live, we die...and

In the beginning was order and destiny
but now that has reached the border, and
on our
is no way to the future, whatever it be.
Though the forces hold us in place
last eons in unruffled grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

As anti-matter sucks and pulses
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It seems as though must betray us, yet
alive
and though I see no God to us yet we

through the of progress
which don't get us far.
All illusion! All is
we don't yet know we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're
grains of
and though, in time, the sea may us for
its own
we are the rocks which the future - on us
it grows!

We not be there to share it
if a jest
but I think that I can it
if the life is the best.
Even if there is a heaven we die
endless bliss be as meaningless as the lie
always comes as answer to the question
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

without a course, it's very lonely here,
our conjecture what lies behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime means more
than my own
dreams of a thing than we are.
Time and Space hang on my shoulders:
when all life is who can say
no mutated force shall
Though the towers of the are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall scale the some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but very hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, us run;
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
blisters, image splinters gravitate
towards the centre, in splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, take His place...
just a few last fleeting
to wander in the
and the children who were ourselves on
stills its now perfected song
and at we are free of the bonds of creation.

All the and gaolers, all the junkies and
too,
all the throng who have a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we rise above,
in the of all faith and hope and love.
a time for all pilgrims, and a time for
the too,
there's a when we all will stand alone and

naked to the
naked, but in the overview...
as we Childhood's End we start anew.

And dark is the highway
and the distance breaks my heart,
for I never see it, still I play my part,
believing that what for us
is the cosmos to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere life shall start