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 reduced to the of
our
nothing can ever be the
now the are here.
At the time it a reasonable course
to harness all the
of life without the of death,
but soon we that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are will and like survival.

Arrival at immunity from all age, all and
all end...
why do I
Our essence is
and all taste is now drained,
and purity is maintained
it us sterile,
living through the of years,
a laugh as close as any
living, if you claim all
entails is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking down and down
and ultimately away time
no longer has any meaning.

Take away the of death and all you're
with is a round of make-believe.
Marshal every breath and though you're
bored by endless ecstasy
it's 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,
such my eyes never close without feeling it

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

What have we bargained, and have we

What have we relinquished, never even it
was

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

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