Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

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

In the beginning there was 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 through eons in grace
we, too, wear the of creation.

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

through the of progress
which get us very far.
All illusion! All is
we don't yet know we are...
laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man!
With lowered 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 I can bear it
if the next is the best.
Even if is a heaven when we die
endless would be as meaningless as the lie
always comes as answer to the question
"Why do we see through the of creation?"

Adrift without a course, it's lonely here,
our only what lies behind the dark.
Still, I I can cling to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which more
my own one-
dreams of a grander thing we are.
Time and Space hang heavy on my
all life is over who can say
no mutated shall remain?
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we shall the heights some
day.
in the silence-
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us make of the stars.

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

All the and gaolers, all the junkies and
too,
all the who have danced 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 time 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 peak's distance my heart,
for I never see it, still I play my part,
that what waits for us
is the cosmos compared to the of the
past...
in the death of mere Human life shall