Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What we become?
have we chosen to be?
Now, all history is to the syllables of
our
nothing can be the same:
now the are here.
At the it seemed a reasonable course
to all the force
of life without the of death,
but soon we found boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are will and like survival.

Arrival at 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 through the of years,
a as close as any tear;
living, if you that all
that is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking down and down
and passing away time
no longer has any meaning.

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

to the girl who will give you forever-
crazy, and plainly
that is not enough.

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

What despair demands an end
to all of infinity?
If we gained, how do we now meet the

What have we bargained, and have we

What have we relinquished, even knowing it
was

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

But now the bed is made,
the dowry has been
the toothless, haggard features of
now me between the sheets
to couple her withered body - my wife.
forever,
forever,
hers
in life.