Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do call thee, Mephistopheles!"

O Moon, didst thou but shine
A last time on this of mine
Behind this how oft have I
At midnight seen thee high
book and paper I bend
Thou appear, o mournful friend

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all that is
Deserves to be destroyed in
Therefore 'twere best if nothing were
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of you as evil have classified
That is my element - there I

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

"Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the coverts
When through the forest the storm
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
Soothingly above me, then about me
Creeping from rocky walls and dewy
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
Which the austere joy of meditation

Now fully do I that Man
Can never perfection
With this ecstasy brings me near and nearer
To the

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the scoundrel ate my
My dear little sister all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
Then I into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that foolish
Always as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of part which was the Absolute
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The Light which would dispute
Ancient of Mother Night
I hope it won't be long before
With matter it perish evermore!

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens to the World

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean words are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"