Luyện nghe bài hát Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

(Hammill)

Existence is a on which we pass,
a sleepwalk trick for mind and
hopeless, I know,
but I must go
and try to a start
at seeing more than day-to-day
survival chased by death.
If I believed the sum
of the life to which come
I wouldn't my breath.
Somehow, must be more.
There was a time when was felt than
known,
but now, entrenched my sett,
in light mundane, thought rattles round
my
we live, we die...and

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

As anti-matter sucks and periodically
the bud unfolds, the is dead, all space
is history.
It as though time 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 what 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 root the future - on us
it grows!

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

Adrift without a course, very lonely here,
our only conjecture what lies the dark.
Still, I find I can to a lifeline,
think of a lifetime which more
than my own
dreams of a grander than we are.
and Space hang heavy on my shoulders:
when all is over who can say
no mutated force shall
the towers of the city are denied to we
men of
still we know we scale the heights some
day.
Frightened in the
frightened, but thinking hard,
let us computations of the stars.

Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us
faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it
colour blisters, splinters gravitate
the centre, in final splendour
disintegrate.
The universe now
and Man, too, take His place...
a few last fleeting seconds
to in the waste
and the who were ourselves move on
reincarnation stills its now song
and at last we are free of the of creation.

All the and gaolers, all the junkies and
too,
all the throng who danced a merry tune-
we can all be,
but Humanity we must above,
in the name of all faith and 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 though is the highway
and the peak's distance my heart,
for I shall see it, still I play my part,
believing what waits for us
is the compared to the dust of the
past...
in the death of mere life shall start