Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do call thee, Mephistopheles!"

O growing Moon, didst but shine
A time on this pain of mine
this desk how oft have I
At seen thee rising high
book and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o friend

I am the spirit ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if nothing created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of you as evil have classified
is my element - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. wouldst thou have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou given me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises into
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which allay the austere joy of

Now do I realize that Man
Can never perfection
this ecstasy which brings me near and nearer
To the

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My the harlot put me to death
My father the ate my flesh
My dear little sister laid all my
In a dark shaded place under the
Then I changed a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that part which was the
A part of that Darkness which gave to Light
The arrogant Light which would
rank of Mother Night
Therefore I hope it won't be before
With it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
From the Heavens to the

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even shown."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean words are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"