Текст песни Van Der Graaf Generator - A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers
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i. EyewitnessStill waiting for my saviour,storms tear me limb from limb;my fingers feel like seaweed...I`m so far out I`m too far in.I am a lonely man...my solitude is truemy eyes have borne stark witnessand now my knights are numbered too.I`ve seen the smiles on dead hands--the stars shine, but they`re not for me.I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost....I shine but, shining, dying,I know that I am almost lost.On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on stone/I only have blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....I`ve been the witness, and the seal of deathlingers in the molten wax that is my head.When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking lowYou`ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient mythsare solemnly directed straight atyou...ii. Pictures/Lighthouse(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)iii. EyewitnessNo time now for contrition:the time for that`s long past.The walls are thin as tissueand if I talk I`ll crack the glass.So I only think on how it might have been,locked in silent monologue, in silent screamAnyway, I`m much too tired to speakand, as the waves crash on the bleakstones of the tower, I start to freak.......and find that I am overcome...iv. S.H.M.`Unreal, unreal!` ghost helmsmen screamand fall in through the sky,not breaking through my seagull shrieks...no breaks until I die:the spectres scratch on window-slits--hollowed faces, mindless grinsonly intent on destroying what they`ve lost.I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;my pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.White bone shine in the iron-jaw masklost mastheads pierce the freezing darkand parallel my isolated tower....no paraffin for the flameno harbour left to gainv. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours`Alone, alone,` the ghosts all call,pinpoint me in the light.The only life I feel at allis the presence of the night.Would you cry if I died?Would you cry if I died?Would you catch the final words of mine?Would you catch my words?I know that there`s no timeI know that there`s no rhyme...false signs find meI don`t want to hate,I just want to grow;why can`t I let melive and be free?..but I die very slowly alone.I know no more ways,I am so afraid,myself won`t let mejust be myself and so I am completely alone....The maelstrom of my memoryis a vampire and it feeds on menow, staggering madly, over the brink Ifall.vi. (Custard`s) Last StandLighthouses might house the keybut can I reach the door?I want to walk on the seaso that I may better find ashore...but how can I ever keep my feet dry?I scan the horizonI must keep my eyes on all parts of me.Looking back on the yearsit seems that I have lost the way:Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger...now I am the stranger I stay in.All of the grief I have seenleaves me chasing solitary peace;but I hold experience in my head....I`m too close to the lightI don`t think I see right, for I blind me....vii. The Clot ThickensWHERE is the God that guides my hand?HOW can the hands of others reach me?WHEN will I find what I grope for?WHO is going to teach me?I am me/me are we/we can`t seeany way out of here.Crashing sea/atrophied history:Chance has lost my Guinevere....I don`t want to be one wave in the waterBut sea will drag me deepOne more haggard DROWNED MAN...I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I`m just a man;Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may?viii. Land`s End (Sineline)/We Go NowOceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;I feel you around me...I know you well.Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark;I feel I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice?It doesn`t feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start.Begin to feel very glad now:ALL THINGS ARE A PARTALL THINGS ARE APARTALL THINGS ARE A PART.