Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

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

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

Take away the of death and all you're
with is a round of make-believe.
Marshal every sullen breath and you're
ultimately bored by ecstasy
still the ring by which you hope to be

to marry the who will give you forever-
crazy, and plainly
that 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 holding the line,
defying death and
we had is gone,
everything we laboured for and favoured
than earthly things the hollow ring
of hope and false deliverance.

But now the bed is made,
the dowry has paid:
the toothless, haggard of eternity
now welcome me between the
to with her withered body - my wife.
forever,
forever,
hers
in life.