Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What have we
What have we to be?
Now, all is reduced to the syllables of
our
nothing can ever be the
now the are here.
At the time it a reasonable course
to all the force
of life the threat of death,
but soon we that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and are will and words like survival.

at immunity from all age, all fear and
all end...
why do I
Our essence is
and all familiar is now drained,
and purity is maintained
it us sterile,
living the millions of years,
a laugh as close as any
living, if you that all
entails is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, ever down and down
and passing away time
which no has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death and all
left with is a of make-believe.
Marshal every sullen breath and though
ultimately bored by ecstasy
it's still the ring by you hope to be

to the girl who will give you forever-
it's crazy, and
simply is not enough.

What is the dullest and of pains,
that my eyes never close without feeling it

What abject demands an end
to all things of
If we have gained, how do we now the

What we bargained, and what have we

What have we relinquished, never knowing it
was

What thoughts now of fast the line,
death and time?
we had is gone,
everything we laboured for and favoured
than earthly reveals the hollow ring
of false hope and deliverance.

But now the bed is made,
the has been paid:
the toothless, features of eternity
now welcome me the sheets
to couple with her withered - my wife.
forever,
forever,
hers
in life.