1971 - Van Der Graaf Generator - A plague of lighthouse keepers

1971 - Van Der Graaf Generator - 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
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II - Pictures - Lighthouse
''Eddies'' - ''Rocks'' - ''Ships'' - ''Collision'' - ''Remorse''
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
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 and the mindless grins
Are 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
Ah, well
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, who, who is going to teach me?
I am me, me are we, we can't see any way out of here now
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?
(That's it, master)
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, ohhh
Ohhh, ohhh
Ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh
Ohhh, ohhh
Ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh
Ohhh, ohhh
Ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh
Ohhh, ohhh
Ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ohhh...
Autores: David Jackson, Peter Hammill, Hugh Banton e Guy Evans

[@normanmacfarlane6724]

Excellent.
British progressive music is another huge chapter of exceptional music , and I love this group.

[@MegaCirse]

Çevremizdeki dünya zayıfladığında, bir medeniyetin yapıları sarsıldığında, tarihte zayıflamayan, tam tersine cesareti geri getiren, ayrılanları bir araya getiren, yara almadan sakinleştiren şeye geri dönmek iyidir. Yok olmaya mahkum bir evrende de yaratılışın dehasının iş başında olduğunu hatırlamakta fayda var 💥

[@captainape6807]

"My fingers feel like seaweed"

[@Poopsmear]

If gentle giant vibes from this.