Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What have we
What we chosen to be?
Now, all is reduced 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 without the threat of death,
but soon we found boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are and words like survival.

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

Take the threat of death and all you're
with is a round of make-believe.
Marshal every sullen and though you're
ultimately bored by endless
it's still the ring by which you to be

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

What is the dullest and of pains,
such that my eyes close without feeling it

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

What have we bargained, and have we

What have we relinquished, never 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 the hollow ring
of false and false deliverance.

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