Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Plague of Lighthouse-Keepers, artist - Van Der Graaf Generator. Album song Merlin Atmos: Live Performances 2013, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 01.02.2015
Record label: Esoteric
Song language: English
A Plague of Lighthouse-Keepers |
I. Eyewitness |
Still 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 true |
My eyes have borne stark witness |
And 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 |
But my tower is built on stone |
I only have blunt scissors |
I only have the bluntest hone |
I’ve been the witness, and the seal of death |
Lingers in the molten wax that is my head |
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low |
You’ll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths |
Are solemnly directed straight at you |
II. |
Pictures/Lighthouse |
III. |
Eyewitness |
No time now for contrition |
The time for that’s long past |
The walls are thin as tissue |
And if I talk I’ll crack the glass |
So I only think on how it might have been |
Locked in silent monologue, in silent scream |
Anyway, I’m much too tired to speak |
And, as the waves crash on the bleak |
Stones of the tower, I start to freak |
And find that I am overcome |
IV. |
S.H.M |
«Unreal, unreal!», ghost helmsmen scream |
And 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 grins |
Only intent on destroying |
What they’ve lost |
I claw 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 mask |
Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark |
And parallel my isolated tower |
No paraffin for the flame |
No harbour left to gain |
V. The Presence of the Night |
«Alone, alone», the ghosts all call |
Pinpoint me in the light |
The only life I feel at all |
Is 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 time |
I know that there’s no rhyme |
(False signs find me) |
I don’t want to hate |
I just want to grow |
Why can’t I let me |
Live and be free? |
But I |
Die very slowly alone |
I know no more ways |
I am so afraid |
Myself won’t let me |
Just be myself and so |
I am completely alone |
VI. |
Kosmos Tours |
The maelstrom of my memory |
Is a vampire and it feeds on me |
Now, staggering madly, over the brink I |
Fall |
VII. |
(Custard's) Last Stand |
Lighthouses might house the key |
But can I reach the door? |
I want to walk on the sea |
So that I may better find a shore |
But how can I ever keep my feet dry? |
I scan the horizon |
I must keep my eyes on |
All parts of me |
Looking back on the years |
It seems that I have lost my 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 seen |
Leaves me chasing solitary peace |
But I hold experience in my head |
I’m too close to the light |
I don’t think I see right |
For I blind me |
VIII. |
The Clot Thickens |
Where 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 see |
Any way out of here |
Crashing sea, atrophied history |
Chance has lost my Guinevere |
I don’t want to be one wave in the water |
But sea will drag me deep |
One 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? |
IX. |
Land’s End (Sineline) |
Oceans 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 part |
All things are apart |
All things are a part |
X. We Go Now |
Ohhh |
Ohhh |
Ohhh |