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
can ever be the same:
now the are here.
At the time it a reasonable course
to harness all the
of life without the of death,
but soon we found that boredom and
are not negative, but all the law we know,
and dead are will and like survival.

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

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

to the girl 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 without it

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

What have we bargained, and what we

What have we relinquished, never even it
was

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

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