Medley: A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers - 2000 Digital Remaster

a.) 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...
 b.) Pictures/Lighthouse
 (Eddies, rocks, ships, collision, remorse)
 c.) 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...
 d.) 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 mindless grins
 only intent on destroying what they've lost.
 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.
 e.) Presence of the Night / f.) 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.
 g.) (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...
 h.) 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?
 i.) Land's End (Sineline) / j.) 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.