Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel reverberates to a voices, now

What we become?
What have we to be?
Now, all history is reduced to the of
our
nothing can ever be the
now the are here.
At the it seemed a reasonable course
to all the force
of without the threat 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 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 that all
entails is breathing, eating, defecating,
screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and
and ultimately passing time
no longer has any meaning.

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

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

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

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

What have we bargained, and have we

What have we relinquished, never even it
was

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

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