Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What have we
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 seemed a course
to all the force
of life the threat of death,
but we found that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are and words like survival.

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

Take away the threat of and all you're
left with is a of make-believe.
Marshal every breath and though you're
bored by endless ecstasy
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.

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

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

What have we bargained, and what we

What have we relinquished, even knowing it
was

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

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