Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, didst thou but
A last time on this of mine
Behind this desk how oft I
At midnight seen thee rising
O'er and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o mournful

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of which you as evil have
That is my - there I abide

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

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

"Now then, Faustus. What 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 him four and twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
[then me?] bringest all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the waters and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the storm
Uprooting the pines which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and layest
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the pure rises into sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the harlot put me to
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear little laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
Then I changed a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
Always acts as
He thought to Be
I am of that part which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness gave birth to Light
The arrogant Light would dispute
Ancient rank of Night
I hope it won't be long before
With matter it shall evermore!

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, well
From the to the World

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

"So, still 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; are beyond your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then what of Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"