Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

(Hammill)

Citadel to a thousand voices, now

What we become?
What we chosen to be?
Now, all is reduced to the syllables of
our
nothing can be the same:
now the are here.
At the it seemed a reasonable course
to all the force
of without the threat of death,
but we found that boredom and inertia
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are will and like survival.

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

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

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

What is the and bluntest of pains,
such that my eyes never close 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 what we

What we relinquished, never even knowing it
was

What thoughts now of fast the line,
defying and time?
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 dowry has been
the toothless, features of eternity
now welcome me the sheets
to couple her withered body - my wife.
forever,
forever,
hers
in life.