Lirik Lagu A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers - Van Der Graaf Generator
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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 nights 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 paperand my tower is built on stoneI 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 skeletonsof sailing-ship spars sinking lowYou'll begin to wonder if the pointsof all the ancients mythsare solemnly directed straight at you...
Pictures/Lighthouse(Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
EyewitnessNo time now for contrition:the time for that's long past.The walls are thin as tissue andif I talk I'll crack the glass.So I only think on how it might have been,locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.
I'm much too tired to speakand, as the waves crash on the bleakstones of the tower, I start to freakand find that I am overcome...
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 and mindless grinsonly intent on destroying what they've lost.
I crawl the wall till steepness endsin the vertical fall;my pain 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 gain.
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 paperand my tower is built on stoneI 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 skeletonsof sailing-ship spars sinking lowYou'll begin to wonder if the pointsof all the ancients mythsare solemnly directed straight at you...
Pictures/Lighthouse(Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
EyewitnessNo time now for contrition:the time for that's long past.The walls are thin as tissue andif I talk I'll crack the glass.So I only think on how it might have been,locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.
I'm much too tired to speakand, as the waves crash on the bleakstones of the tower, I start to freakand find that I am overcome...
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 and mindless grinsonly intent on destroying what they've lost.
I crawl the wall till steepness endsin the vertical fall;my pain 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 gain.
