Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What have we
What have we to be?
Now, all history is to the syllables of
our
nothing can ever be the
now the are here.
At the it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the
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 will and 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 purity is
it us sterile,
through the millions of years,
a laugh as as any tear;
living, if you claim all
that is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, ever down and down
and ultimately away time
no longer has any meaning.

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

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

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

What abject despair 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, never even it
was

What thoughts now of fast the line,
death and time?
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 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.