A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers

Van Der Graaf Generator

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    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 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 paper
    And 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 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 ancients myths
    Are solemnly directed straight at you

    Pictures/Lighthouse
    (Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)

    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

    SHM
    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 mindless grins
    Only intent on destroying what they've lost

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    I crawl the wall till steepness ends
    In the vertical fall
    My pain 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

    Presence of the Night / Kosmos Tours
    '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 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

    The maelstrom of my memory
    Is a vampire and it feeds on me
    Now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall

    (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

    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 - a trophied 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?

    Land's End (Sineline) / We Go Now
    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

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    Composition: Hugh Banton, Peter Hammill, Van der Graaf Generator, David Jackson, and Guy Evans

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