Lou Reed Album

[Young Poe:]

Lo! 't is a gala night
A mystic throng bedecked
Sit in a theater to see
A play of hopes and fears
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres

Mimes, mutter and mumble low
Mere puppets they, who come and go
Disguised as gods
They shift the scenery to and fro
Inevitably trapped by invisible Wo

This motley drama
to be sure
Will not be forgotten

A phantom chased for evermore
Never seized by the crowd
LyricsThrough they circle
Returning to the same spot
Circle and return to the selfsame spot
Always to the selfsame spot
With much of madness and more of sin
And horror and mimic rout
The soul of the plot
Out
out are the lights
out all
And over each dying form
The curtain a funeral pall
Comes with the rush of a storm
The angels haggard and wan
Unveiling and uprising affirm
That the play is the tragedy "Man"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm

(Instrumental)

[Old Poe:]

As I look back on my life
If I could have the glorious moment
The wondrous opportunity to comprehend
The chance to see my younger self
One time
To converse
To hear his thoughts

[No lyrics]

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horror
then he'll play with your mind
if you haven't heard of him
you must be deaf or blind

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

He'll tell you about Usher
whose house burned in his mind
his love for his dear sister
her death would drive him wild
The murder of a stranger
the murder of a friend
the callings from the pits of hell
that never seem to end

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
LyricsThese are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

The diabolic image of the city and the sea
the chaos and the carnage that reside deep within me
Decapitations, poisonings, hellish not a bore
you won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door

Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women here
a mind unfurled, a mind unbent is all we have here
Truth, fried orangutans flutter to the stage
leave your expectations home
And listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe

We give you the soliloquy the raven at the door
flaming pits the moving walls no equilibrium
No ballast, no bombast
the unvarnished truth we've got
mind swoons guilty
cooking ravings in a pot

Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door

Tell-tale heart a rotting cask
a valley of unrest
a conqueror worm devouring souls
keep the best for last
Rings for Annie Lee
as Poe's buried alive
regretting his beloved's death in
all her many guises

These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the, not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
These are the stories of Edgar Allan Poe
not exactly the boy next door
Edgar Allan Poe

[Spoken Track]

[Rowena:]

Far away far away
Are not all lovely things far away
As far at least lies that valley
as the bedridden sun in the luminous east
The paralyzed mountains, the sickly river
Are not all things lovely far away
Are not all things lovely far away

It is a valley where time is not interrupted
Where its history shall not be interpreted
Stories of satan's dart of angel wings
Unhappy things
Within the valley of unrest

The sun ray dripped all red
The dell was silent
All the people having gone to war
LyricsLeaving no interrogator to mind
the willful looting the pale past knowledge
The sly mysterious stars
The unguarded flowers leaning
The tulips overhead paler
The terror stricken sky
Rolling like a waterfall
over the horizon's fiery wall
A visage full of meaning

How the unhappy shall confess
As Roderick watches like a human eye
While violets and lilies wave
Like banners in the sky
Hovering over and above a grave
As dew drops on the freshly planted eternal dew
Coming down in gems
There's no use to pretend
Though gorgeous clouds fly
Roderick, like the human eye has closed forever
Far away far away

Roderick, whatever thy image may be
Roderick, no magic shall sever the music from thee
Thou hast bound many eyes in a dreamy sleep
Oh tortured day
The strains still arrive
I hear the bells
I have kept my vigilance
Rain dancing in the rhythm of a shower
Over what guilty spirit to not hear the beating
To not hear the beating heart
But only tears of perfect moan
Only tears of perfect moan

(feat. Laurie Anderson)



Caught in the crossbow of ideas and journeys
sit here reliving the other self's mournings
Caught in the crossbow of ideas and dawnings
stand I

Oh oh oh oh

Reliving the past of the maddening impulse
violent upheaval, the pure driven instinct
The pure driven murder, the attraction of daring
stand I

Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

Lyrics

[Rowena:]

A wild being from birth
my spirit spurns control
wondering the wide earth
searching for my soul
Dimly peering
I would surely find
what could there be more purely bright
in truth's day-star



Ooohhh
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call, call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call on me
Why didn't you call on me
why didn't you call

Death has reared himself a throne

In a strange city
alone

Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city
alone
Their shrines and palaces are not like ours
They do not tremble and rot
Eaten with time

Death has reared himself a throne

Lifted by forgotten winds
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie
A crown of stars

In a strange city
alone
Lyrics
A heaven God does not condemn
But the everlasting shadow
Makes mockery of it all

No holy rays come down
Lights from the lurid deep sea
stream up the turrets silently
Up thrones, up arbors
Of sculpted ivy and stone flowers
Up domes, up spires
Kingly halls all are melancholy shrines
The columns, frieze and entablature
Chokingly shockingly intertwined
The mast the viol and the vine
Twisted

There amid no earthly moans
Hell rises from a thousand thrones
Does reverence to death
And death does give his undivided time

There are open temples
and graves on a level with the waves
Death looms and looks
huge
gigantic
There is a ripple
now a wave
Towers thrown aside
Sinking in the dull tide
The waves glowing redder
The very hours losing their breath

All the cunning stars
watching fitfully over night after night of
matchless ........ sleep
matched only with the whole of dream .......
The tell-tale beating of the heart
the ......... breath
The desire, the pose
one poses upon the precipice
to fall to run to dive to tumble to fall down
down into the spiral down and then
One sees one's own death
one sees one committing murder or atrocious violent acts
and then across the shadow
not of man or God
but the shadow resting upon the brazen doorway

There were seven of us there
who saw the shadow as it came out from among the draperies
But we did not dare behold it
We looked down into the depths of the mirror of ebony
And the apparition spoke
"I am a shadow
and I dwell in the catacombs
which border
the country of illusion
hard by the dim plains of wishing"

And then did we start shuddering
starting from our seats
trembling
for the tones in the voice of the shadow
were not the tones of any one man
but of a multitude of beings
and varying in their cadences
from syllable to syllable
fell duskily upon our ears in the well
remembered and familiar accents
of a thousand departed friends

(Instrumental)

The only thing constantly changing is change
and change is always for the worse
The worm on the hook always eaten by a fish
the fish by bird man or worse
A spot on the lung, a spot on your heart
an aneurism of the soul
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it comes equipped with a curse

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse

The only thing constantly changing is change
the living only become dead
Your hair falling out, your liver swelled up
your teeth rot your gums and your chin
Your ass starts to sag, your balls shrivel up
your cock swallowed up in their sack
The only thing constantly changing is change
Lyricsand it's always change on your back

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse, baby

The only thing constantly changing is change
ashes to ashes to dusk
The deer and the rabbit, the musk of your hole
filled up with myriad dread, ooohhh
The dread of the living, the dread of the living
the frightening pulse of the night, ah
The only thing constantly changing is change
it's changes that will kill us with fright

The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it's always for the worse
The only thing constantly changing is change
the only thing constantly changing is change
The only thing constantly changing is change
and it comes equipped with my curse

Edgar:
And then I had a vision

Roderick Usher:
Ah Edgar
Ah Edgar, my dear friend Edgar

Edgar:
It's been a long time, Roderick
I've ridden many miles
It's been a dull and soundless day for autumn
The leaves have lost their autumn glow
and the clouds seem oppressive with their drifting finery

Roderick Usher:
I know, my friend
Though I own so much of this land I find
the country insufferable
I deal only in half pleasures

Edgar:
Speaking of half pleasures
would you care for a tincture of opium?

Roderick Usher:
Nothing would please me more than to smoke
with an old friend

I've experienced the hideous dropping of the veil
the bitter lapse into common life
unredeemed dreariness of thought
I have an iciness, a sickening of the heart

Edgar:
It's true you don't look well, Roderick
but I am your friend
no matter the occasion or position of the stars
I'm glad you wrote me
but I must admit to concern

Roderick Usher:
I cannot contain my heart
Edgar, I look to you for solace
for relief from myself
What I have is constitutional
a family evil, a nervous affection that must surely pass
But I do have this morbid acuteness of senses
I can eat only the most insipid food
clothes only of the lightest texture
The odor of flowers I find oppressive
My eyes cannot bear even the faintest light

Madeline Usher:
[moaning]

Roderick Usher:
Did you hear that?

Edgar:
I hear
I am listening, go on

Roderick Usher:
I shall perish
I will perish in this deplorable folly
I dread the future
Not the events, the results
The most trivial event
causes the greatest agitation of the soul
I do not fear danger except in its absolute effect terror
I find I must inevitably abandon life and reason together
in my struggles with the demon fear

Perhaps you'll think me superstitious
but the physique of this place
it hovers about me like a great body
some diseased outer shell
some decaying finite skin encasing my morale

Edgar:
You mentioned your sister was ill

Roderick Usher:
My beloved sister, my sole companion
has had a long continuing illness
whose inevitable conclusion seems forsworn
This will leave me the last of the ancient race of Ushers

Madeline Usher:
[moaning]

Edgar:
She looks so much like you

Roderick Usher:
I love her in a nameless way
more than I love myself
Her demise will leave me hopelessly
confined to memories and realities of a future
so barren as to be stultifying

Madeline Usher:
[moaning]

Edgar:
Oh, what of physicians?

Roderick Usher:
Ah, they are baffled
Until today she refused bed rest
wanting to be present in your honor
but finally she succumbed to the prostrating power of the destroyer
You will probably see her no more

Edgar:
Sound and music take us to the twin curves of experience
Like brother and sister intertwined
they relieve themselves of bodily contact
and dance in a pagan revelry

Roderick Usher:

I have soiled myself with my designs
I am ashamed of my brain
The enemy is me
and the executioner terror
Music is a reflection of our inner self
unfiltered agony touches the wayward string
The wayward brain confuses itself
with the self-perceived future
and turns inward with loathing and terror
Either by design or thought
we are doomed to know our own end
I've written a lyric

Edgar:
May I hear it?

Roderick Usher:
It is called "The Haunted Palace"

In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace --
Snow-white palace -- reared its head.

Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This -- all this -- was in the olden time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
Along the rampart plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.

All wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
The sovereign of the realm serene,
A troop of echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate!
And round about his home the glory,
Is but a dim-remembered story.

Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a ghastly river,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh -- but smile no more.

Nevermore.

Edgar:
It's cold in here

Roderick Usher:
I tell you minerals are sentient things
The gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere
of their own about the waters and the walls proves this
Thus the silent yet importunate and terrible influence
which for centuries has molded my family
And now me

Madeline Usher:
[screaming]

Roderick Usher:
Excuse me

Madeline Usher:
[vomiting]

Roderick Usher:
She is gone
Out, sad light
Roderick has no life

I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight

Edgar:
But Roderick..

Roderick Usher:
I shall place it in a vault facing the lake
I do not wish to answer to the medical men
nor place her in the exposed burial plot of my family
We shall inter her at the proper date
when I am more fully of a right mind
Her malady was unusual
Please do not question me on this

Edgar:
I cannot question you

Roderick Usher:
Then help me now

Madeline Usher:
[moaning]

Edgar:
One would think you twins

Roderick Usher:
We are
We have always been sympathetic to each other
Have you seen this?
It is her

Edgar:
It is a whirlwind
You should not
You must not behold this

Roderick, these appearances which bewilder you are mere electrical phenomena not uncommon
Or perhaps they have their rank origins in the marshy gases of the lake
Please, let's close this casement and I will read and you will listen
Aand together we will pass this terrible night together

What's that?
What is that?
Don't you hear that?

Roderick Usher:
Not hear it?
Yes, I hear it and have heard it many minutes have I heard it?
Oh, pity me miserable wretch
I dared not
Oh no
I dared not speak
We have put her living in the tomb
I have heard feeble movements in the coffin
I thought I heard
I dared not speak
Oh God
I have heard footsteps
Do you not hear them?
Attention
Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart?
Madman
Madman
I tell you she now stands without the door

Madeline Usher :
[moaning and screaming]

This is the place where she lay her head
when she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
that odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
And these are the boxes that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff

And this is the room where she took the razor
and cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

I never would have started if I'd known
that it'd end this way
But funny thing, I'm not at all sad
that it stopped this way

This is the place where she lay her head
when she went to bed at night
And this is the place our children were conceived
candles lit the room brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

Just a perfect day
drink Sangria in the park
And then later
when it gets dark, we go home

Just a perfect day
feed animals in the zoo
Then later
a movie, too, and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
it's such fun

LyricsJust a perfect day
you made me forget myself
I thought I was
someone else, someone good

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

You're going to reap just what you sow [x4]

(feat. Willen Dafoe)



[Spoken Track]

[Poe:]

Once upon a midnight dreary
as I pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore
while I nodded, nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
as of some one gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered
"tapping at my chamber door
only this and nothing more."

Muttering I got up weakly
Lyricsalways I've had trouble sleeping
stumbling upright my mind racing
furtive thoughts flowing once more
I, there hoping for some sunrise
happiness would be a surprise
loneliness no longer a prize
rapping at my chamber door
seeking out the clever bore
lost in dreams forever more
only this and nothing more

Hovering my pulse was racing
stale tobacco my lips tasting
scotch sitting upon my basin
remnants of the night before
came again
infernal tapping on the door
in my mind jabbing
is it in or outside rapping
calling out to me once more
the fit and fury of Lenore
nameless here forever more

And the silken sad uncertain
rustling of the purple curtain
thrilled me, filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before
so that now, oh wind, stood breathing
hoping yet to calm my breathing
"'Tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
some lost visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
this it is, and nothing more."

Deep into the darkness peering
long I stood there
wondering fearing
doubting dreaming fantasies
no mortal dared to dream before
but the silence was unbroken
and the stillness gave no token
and the only word there spoken
was the whispered name, "Lenore."
this I thought
and out loud whispered from my lips
the foul name festered
echoing itself
merely this, and nothing more

Back into my chamber turning
every nerve within me burning
when once again I heard a tapping
somewhat louder than before
"surely," said I
surely that is something at my iron staircase
open the door to see what threat is
open the window, free the shutters
let us this mystery explore
oh, bursting heart be still this once
and let this mystery explore
it is the wind and nothing more

Just one epithet I muttered as inside
I gagged and shuddered
when with manly flirt and flutter
in there flew a stately raven
sleek and ravenous as any foe
not the least obeisance made he
not a minutes gesture towards me
of recognition or politeness
but perched above my chamber door
this fowl and salivating visage
insinuating with its knowledge
perched above my chamber door
silent sat and staring
nothing more

Askance, askew
the self's sad fancy smiles at you I swear
at this savage viscous countenance it wears
Though you show here shorn and shaven
and I admit myself forlorn and craven
ghastly grim and ancient raven
wandering from the opiate shores
tell me what thy lordly name is
that you are not nightmare sewage
some dire powder drink or inhalation
framed from flames of downtown lore
quotes the raven, "nevermore."

And the raven sitting lonely
staring sickly at my male sex only
that one word
as if his soul in that one word
he did outpour, "pathetic."
nothing farther than he uttered
not a feather then he fluttered
till finally was I that muttered as I stared
dully at the floor
"other friends have flown and left me
flown as each and every hope has flown before
as you no doubt will fore the morrow."
but the bird said, "never, more."

Then I felt the air grow denser
perfumed from some unseen incense
as though accepting angelic intrusion
when in fact I felt collusion
before the guise of false memories respite
respite through the haze of cocaine's glory
I smoke and smoke the blue vial's glory
to forget
at once
the base Lenore
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

"Prophet," said I, "thing of evil
prophet still, if bird or devil
by that heaven that bend above us
by that God we both ignore
tell this soul with sorrow laden
willful and destructive intent
how had lapsed a pure heart lady
to the greediest of needs
sweaty arrogant dickless liar
who ascribed to nothing higher
than a jab from prick to needle
straight to betrayal and disgrace
the conscience showing not a trace."
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting
bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting
"get thee back into the tempest
into the smoke filled bottle's shore
leave no black plume as a token
of the slime thy soul hath spoken
leave my loneliness unbroken
quit as those have quit before
take the talon from my heart
and see that I can care no more
whatever mattered came before
I vanish with the dead Lenore."
quoth the raven, "nevermore."

But the raven, never flitting
still is sitting silent sitting
above a painting silent painting
of the forever silenced whore
and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon's that is dreaming
and the lamplight over him
streaming throws his shadow to the floor
I love she who hates me more
I love she who hates me more
and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow
nevermore

I'm a little balloon and I get puffed up
squeeze me and bend me it's never enough
Put your lips around me, blow me up
but if you prick me I will pop

I'm a little balloon full and firm
here is my aft and here is my stern
Here's my lips and here's my hose
put me down or I will burst

If you prick me I will burst

(feat. Steve Buscemi)



Like to thank all you people for showing up tonight
Sorry about the weather
Let's have a big hand for my long time accompianist
Manfred Gooseberry
Hey Goose
Take a bow, relax
Be comfortable
Have a cocktail on the Poo Poo Lounge
And let us entertain you

I'd like to sing you a Broadway song
I hope that you'll all sing along
A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease

I'd like to play you something low and sexy
look at our dancers they're so young and pretty, hi Olga
And when we start to groove you can hear the saxophones blow
Lyrics
Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
blow baby blow

I'd like to sing you a Broadway song
I hope that you'll all sing along
A little dancing and some sentiment to put your mind at ease

I wanna bring a tear to your eye, oh
good old Poe don't he make you cry
Ain't it great the way he writes about the mysteries of life

Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
Blow baby blow

Ah, show business is just a wonderful thing
All I want is to get down on my knees and sing for you

And let the saxophones blow
blow baby blow baby blow baby blow

Go Goose go

True
Nervous
very nervous

Madman

Why will you say that I am mad
The disease has sharpened my senses
not destroyed
not dulled them

Madman

The eye of a vulture
a pale blue eye
with a film overit

Listen
observe how healthily
and how calmly I tell this story

LyricsHe had no passion for the old man
He was never insulted

He loved him

It was the eye the eye the eye

I made up my mind
To take his life forever

Passionless

The eye of a vulture

You should have seen me

How wisely I proceeded

To rid himself of the eye forever

With what dissimulation I went to work

Caution

I turned the latch on his door
and opened it

To work

To practice

I opened his door
and put in a dark lantern

Dark

Slowly I put my head in
Slowly I thrust it until in time Ientered
I was in so far

He was in so far
he could see the old man sleep

And then I undid the lantern so a thin ray
fell upon the eye

The vulture eye

He did this for seven days

Seven days

But always the eye was closed
and so I could not do the work

And in the day he would greet the old man
calmly in his chamber

Calmly

Nothing is wrong and all is well

Knock, knock
who's there

Came night eight

Night eight

I was slower than a watch minute hand
The power that I had with the old man
not to even dream my secret thoughts

Secret thoughts

My sagacity
I could barely conceal my feelings of triumph

When suddenly the body moved

The body moved

But I went in even further
pushing the door open even further

Who's there

Who's there

I did not move a muscle
I kept quiet and still

The old man sat up in bed

In his bed

Who's there

I heard a groan
and knew it was a groan of mortal terror
not pain or grief

Oh no

It was the low stifled sound that arises
from the bottom of the soul
when overcharged with awe
I felt such awe welling up in my own bosom
deepening with its echo the terrors that distracted me
Knowing what the old man felt and

Pitying him

Although it made me laugh

Ha ha

He'd been lying awake since the first slight noise
He'd been lying awake thinking

Thinking

It is nothing but the wind

The wind

It is nothing but the house settling

The old man stalked with his black shadow

Death approaching

The mournful presence of the unperceived
causing him to feel my presence

Open the lantern

I saw the ray fall on the eye

On the eye

Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall
I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore

Who's that peeping through my door
sneaking up and down the hall
I can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it anymore

Blind rage
I'm in a blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
Blind rage

Who's that creeping in my room
blocking out the stars and moon
I fear you will attack me soon
who goes there
Lyrics
Who's that creeping in my room
blocking out the stars and moon
I fear you will attack me soon
who goes there

Blind rage
blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
I'm in a blind rage

Blind rage
you're making me scared
blind rage
make me scared
Blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage
Blind rage

Blind rage
blind rage

Furious

It made me furious

A dull quick sound pounding

Like a watch encased in cotton

Tick tock

I knew that sound well

It increased my fury

The beating of the old man's heart

I scarcely breathed and refrained

Motionless

The tattoo of the heart
Lyrics
Hellish

Increased and was extreme

It grew louder

Louder

I am nervous at this dead hour of the night
amid the dreadful silence of this old house
this sound excites me to uncontrollable wrath
I thought someone would hear this sound
I thought his heart would burst

His hour had come

Please open the door
Open the door

The old man has gone to the country

Gone to the country

But please search well

Please search well

These are his treasures

Treasures

Secure and undisturbed

Please sit and rest
You must be fatigued

Wild audacity
Perfect triumph

So they chat

Chat

Of familiar things

I hear ringing

Ringing

Do you not hear it

No

It is louder
It is making my head ache

Do you not hear it

No

No

No


I, I have a headache
The day is long
Do you not hear it

No

Do you fucking mock me
Do you mock me


They know


Do you think me

They know

An imbecile
Do you think me a fool
Villains dissemble no more

I admit the deed

Admit, Admit

Here, here

Admit

It is the beating
of his most hideous heart

Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart

Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart

Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear

Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart

Lenore, am I dreaming

How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning

LyricsAnd I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Heart
heart
Heart
heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart

[Teacher:]
Death by a visitation from God
Death by a visitation from God

[Student:]
I am shadow

[Teacher:]
Things material and spiritual

[Student:]
Maternal

[Teacher:]
can be heavy

[Student:]
Suffocating

[Teacher:]
There are seven iron lamps
Lyricswhich illumine our senses

[Student:]
Seven knives

[Teacher:]
Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses
and seven bells to celebrate the resurrection

[Student:]
Two marble balls in a sack
one long and slender candle
one mouth
two reckonings
Consternation and treachery

[Teacher:]
Are you listening
Are you listening to me
Are you paying attention to me

[Student:]
I am shadow

[Teacher:]
Seven iron lamps
seven oboes
two small balls
and one tiny candle

[Student:]
Tiny candle

[Teacher:]
One pathetic flame
embers dying

[Student:]
Dying

[Teacher:]
Five creatures from the monolith
seven whispers from the catacombs
five and seven numbing mumbling speeches
Are you listening

[Student:]
I am drawn to do what I should not

[Teacher:]
Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty
no, no, never never no
seven mornings
thirteen moons
five wolves
one silk spread morning
seven bells for seven senses
each one lusting lusting

[Student:]
Guiltily

[Teacher:]
Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped
Are you listening my little mouse
Each sense ripped from its bodice
each gland primed to its overflow
Do you hear me my little mouse man
Do you hear me little cock

[Student:]
Semen

[Teacher:]
Are you listening
My little tumescence smear

[Student:]
Ligeia
I stand on the edge and am drawn to it
Guilt
I am shadow

It must be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act
to always be looking forward
and never looking back

How nice it is to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

It might be nice to disappear
to have a vanishing act
to always be looking forward
never look over your back

It must be nice to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

It must be nice to disappear
Lyricsto have a vanishing act
to always be moving forward
and never looking back

How nice it is to disappear
float into a mist
with a young lady on your arm
looking for a kiss

Looking for a kiss
float into a mist

[Edgar:]

Never bet the devil your head
When I was an infant
my mother treated me like a tough steak
To her well regulated mind
babies were the better for beatings
But she was left handed
and a child flogged left handed
is better left unflogged
The world revolves from right to left
It will not do to whip a baby from left to right
If each blow in the right direction
drives an evil propensity out
a blow in the opposite direction
knocks it's quota of wickedness in

Hence my precocity in vice
my sensitivity to injuries
the thousands of injuries heaped upon me by Fortunato
and then finally his rabid insults for which I vowed revenge
Lyrics
I gave no utterance to threat
But the knowledge of "avengemenship"
was so definite so precise
that no risk could befall me
by neither word
nor deed had I given cause to doubt my good will
I would punish with impunity
I will fuck him up the ass and piss in his face
I will redress the wrong
But lips and psyche
mind be silent
Fortunato approaches


[Fortunato:]

Don't take me to task
for loving a cask
The cask of Amontillado
Please don't make a pass
You can go kiss my ass
All I want is this mythical cask
The cask of Amontillado
I've heard so much through the grapevine
I've heard so much on the line
But the one thing that I lust after
Is the one thing I've never had
So is it too much to ask
Too have just one taste of the cask
Why you could go kiss my ass for the cask
of Amontillado

Edgar old fellow
dear bosom friend
Hail fellow well met
oh great elucidator
great epopee


[Edgar:]

Haha..
Fortunato what luck to meet you
what good good luck to meet
you and see you looking so splendid
I have received a cask of Amontillado
or what passes
for Amontillado


[Fortunato:]

Amontillado
That most wondrous sherry
A cask
Impossible
How
So rare


[Edgar:]

I've had my doubts
I was silly enough to pay the full price
without consulting you in the matter
but you were not to be found
and I was fearful of losing a bargain


[Fortunato:]

Fearfully stupid if you ask me Edgar


[Edgar:]

I am on my way to see Mr. Bolo


[Fortunato:]

A cask


[Edgar:]

A cask
To gather his opinion
Are you engaged


[Fortunato:]

Mr. Bolo cannot tell Amontillado from goat's milk


[Edgar:]

Yet some say his taste is a match for your own


[Fortunato:]

Hardly, dear boy
Let us go


[Edgar:]

Where


[Fortunato:]

To your vaults to the supposed Amontillado


[Edgar:]

Oh my good friend no
I could not impose upon your good nature
You have, after all, an engagement


[Fortunato:]

To hell with the engagement
I have no engagement
Before the sky withers and falls let us go


[Edgar:]

But the vaults are damp
and I see you are afflicted with a severe cold


[Fortunato:]

Oh let us go
The cold is nothing
You've been taken advantage of
And Mr. Bolo cannot tell Amontillado from piss
The cask


[Edgar:]

It is farther on
But see the white web work
which gleams from these cavern walls


[Fortunato:]

Nitre
Nitre


[Edgar:]

How long have you had that cough
Yes, nitre


[Fortunato:]

It is nothing


[Edgar:]

We should go back
Your health is precious
You are a man who would be missed


[Fortunato:]

[coughing]


[Edgar:]

Let's return
I cannot be responsible for causing you ill health
And anyway there's always Mr. Bolo


[Fortunato:]

Oh be dumb I'll not be swayed
The cough is nothing
It will not kill me
I won't die of a cough


[Edgar:]

Of that you can be sure
Have some of this Medoc to warm the bones
and defend you from this infernal dampness
Drink
Drink damn you


[Fortunato:]

I drink to the buried that repose around us


[Edgar:]

And I to your long life
The nitre
It hangs like moss
We are below the river's bed
The moisture trickles, chills the bones
Let's go back
Your cough


[Fortunato:]

The cough is nothing
But .............
Let us proceed to the Amontillado


[Edgar:]

So proceed
Herein the Amontillado
Now Mr. Bolo


[Fortunato:]

Mr. Bolo is an imbecile
An ignoramus


[Edgar:]

Can you not feel the nitre
You really should go
I implore you
No
Then I must leave you here
But first
let me render you all the little attentions within my power


[Fortunato:]

The Amontillado
Hahahaha..
A very good joke indeed, haha..
We will have many a rich laugh about it
over our wine in the palazzo


[Edgar:]

The Amontillado


[Fortunato:]

Yes, yes yes
The Amontillado


[Edgar:]

Well
Then let's go


[Fortunato:]

For, for the love of God


[Edgar:]

Precisely
for the love of God
Fortunato
Fortunato

[Shadow 1:]
Guilty

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty

[Shadow 1:]
I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like rain through silk
Guilty
My mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are rotted
My lips start to foam
Cause I'm so guilty

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty
Guilty

[Shadow 1:]
Oh guilty
LyricsWhat did I say
What did I do
Did I ever do it to you
Don't turn your back
I can't look you in the eye eye eye eye

[Shadow 2:]
Eye eye eye

[Shadow 1:]
I guess I am guilty as charged

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty, guilty, guilty
Guilty, guilty, guilty
Guilty, guilty, guilty

[Shadow 1:]
Don't do that

[Shadow 2:]
Don't do what

[Shadow 1:]
Don't do that
Oh you're such a child
Guilty
What can I do
I do it to you
But I do it to me too
Cut off my head
Hang me from the yardarm
Guilty
I'm paralyzed with guilt
I've got bad thoughts
I've got an evil clit

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty

[Shadow 1:]
My mind won't leave me alone
I've got a bad mind
I've got a bad bone

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty
Guilty as charged
Guilty

[Shadow 1:]
Don't do that

[Shadow 2:]
Don't do what

[Shadow 1:]
Don't do that
Oh you're such a reckless child
Do you remember when you were a baby
Do you have a jury

[Shadow 2:]
Yeah

[Shadow 1:]
Do you have a verdict

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty as charged
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty as charged

[Shadow 1:]
Do you have a verdict
Do you have a verdict
I'm guilty

[Shadow 2:]
You're guilty

[Shadow 1:]
Oh you're such a reckless child
I should beat you
I should hit you
I will put you in therapy

[Shadow 2:]
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty
Guilty

[Shadow 1:]
Hahahaha..

(feat. Ornette Coleman)



Guilty, guilty
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
It runs through me like a rain through silk
Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
My teeth are rotted
my lips start to foam
Cause I'm so guilty
Guilty, guilty
Ooohhh guilty
What did I say
What did I say
What did I do
Did I ever do it to you
Don't turn your back, ah
I can't look you in the eye, ah
Eye eye eye eye
I guess I'm guilty as charged
LyricsI guess I'm guilty as charged
Guilty, huh, guilty ah, guilty ah, guilty
Guilty guilty guilty guilty guilty
Don't do that
Don't do that
Don't do what

Oh you're such a child
real fool child
Guilty
What can I do
I do it to you
but I do it to me too

Cut off my head
Cut off my head
Cut off my head, ah
Hang me from the yardarm
Guilty, I'm paralyzed with guilt
I've got bad thoughts
I've got an evil clit

Guilty

Guilty, my mind won't leave me alone
I've got a bad mind
I've got a bad bone
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Guilty
Don't do that
Don't do what
Don't do that
Oh you're such a reckless child
You remember when you were a baby
Do you remember when you were a baby
Do you have a jury, yeah
Do you have a verdict
Guilty as charged
Guilty guilty guilty as charged
Do you have a verdict
Do you have a verdict
I'm guilty
You're guilty
Oh you're such a reckless child
I should beat you
I should hit you
I'll put you in therapy, ah

Rowena :
A wild being from birth
My spirit spurns control
Wondering the wide earth searching for my soul
While all the world is chiding
In visions of the dark night
I have had a waking dream
A holy dream
A holy dream
A waking dream of life and light
That cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding
With a ray turned back upon the past

While I aghast
Sit motionless through the misty night
Dimly peering at what once shone bright
Peeking wariy at what shone afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

Poe :
In the consideration of the faculties
And impulses of the human soul
In consideration of our arrogance
Our radical, primitive, irreducible arrogance of reason
We have all overlooked the propensity
We saw no need for it
The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness
A mobile without motive
Through its promptings, we act without comprehensible object
Induction would have brought phrenology to admit this
We act for the reason we should not
For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible
The conviction of the wrong or impolicy of an action
Is often the unconquerable force
It is a primitive impulse
Elementary
The overwhelming tendency to do
Wrong for the wrong's sake
This impels us to its persecutions
Oh holy dream
We persist in acts
Because we feel that we should not persist in them
This is the combativeness of phrenology

Rowena :
We have a task before us which must be speedily performed
We know it will be ruinous to delay
Trumpet-tongued, the important crisis of our life calls
We glow

Poe :
We are consumed with eagerness to commence work
Yet a shadow flits across the brain
The impulse increases to a wish
The wish to a desire
The desire to uncontrollable longing
And the longing in defiance of all consequences is indulged
We put off all until tomorrow

Rowena :
We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us
The definite with the indefinite
The substance with the shadow
There is no answer except that we feel perverse
The shadow prevails
Our energy returns
We will commit now
We will labor now
Oh holiest of dreams
But it is too late
We stand upon the brink of the precipice

Poe :
We grow sick and dizzy
We go to shrink from danger but instead we approach it
We are intoxicated by the mere idea
Of a fall from such a great height
This fall, this rushing annihilation
For the very reason
It contains the most loathsome and ghastly images
Of death and suffering
For this reason do we now most impetuously desire it
There is no passion in nature
So demonic as the passion of him who
Shuddering upon the edge, meditates a plunge
We will these actions merely
Because we feel that we should not
Having realized this, I swoon
It is the spirit of the perverse
The idea of a poison candle struck my fancy
And I procured one for my victim
I will not vex you with impertinent details
But suffice it to say the verdict was
"Death by the visitation of God"

Rowena :
All went well for me

Poe :
All went well for me

Rowena :
His estate inherited
I reveled in absolute security
I would never be found out
I was safe
I was safe
If I did not prove fool enough to make open confession

Poe :
If I did not prove fool enough to make public confession
No sooner had I uttered those words
Than I felt an icy chill creep into my heart
I made a strong effort
To shake off this nightmare of the soul
I laughed
I whistled
I walked and then walked faster
I thought I saw a formless shape approaching me from behind
And then I ran
I pushed and shoved blindly
I thought I left a hand upon my throat
No mortal hand
I screamed
And then clearly, clearly
I enunciated pregnant sentences
That consigned me to the hangman and the hell
The fullest judicial conviction
Today I wear chains but tomorrow I shall be fetterless
But where?
Oh holy dream
Oh beam of light
I fall prostrate with excitement this holy night

(feat. The Blind Boys Of Alabama)



Under the intense scrutiny of Ligeia's eyes
I have felt the full knowledge
And force of their expression
And yet been unable to possess it
And have felt it leave me
As so many other things have left
The letter half-read
The bottle half-drunk
Finding
Finding in the commonest objects of the universe
A circle of analogies
Of metaphors
Ooohhh
For that expression
Which has been willfully
withheld from me
The access to the inner soul denied
Lyrics
I wanna know, ooohhh
I wanna know
I wanna know, oh
I wanna know

In consideration
In consideration of the faculties and impulses
Of the human soul
Of the human soul
In consideration
Of our arrogance
Of our arrogance
Our radical, primitive irreducible arrogance of reason
We have all overlooked the propensity
We saw no need for it
The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness
Perverseness
Through its promptings we act without
Comprehensible object
We act for the reason we should not
We act for the reason we should not
For certain minds this is absolutely irre-, irre-
irresistible
irresistible
The conviction of the wrong
Or impolicy of an action
Is often the unconquerable force
The unconquerable force
It is a primitive impulse
It is a primitive impulse
Primitive impulse
The overwhelming tendency
The overwhelming tendency to do
Wrong for the wrong's sake
To do wrong for the wrong's sake
We persist in acts
Because we feel that we
should not persist in them
Because we feel we, feel we
should not persist, per-, persist in them, ah
Ooohhh

So I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

I wanna, I wanna know
I wanna, I
Ooohhh, we persist in action
We persist in action
Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong
Ooohhh
Wrong, wrong
Oh we persist in action
Ah yeah yeah
When you know that it's wrong

In the science of the mind
there is no forgiving
Paralyzed I lay here sleeping
quiet as a little child

Heart starts beating, blood rushing pounding
moving quiet as a little lamb
In the science of the mind
limbs are bound devoid of movement

The injuries we do in kind
are visited upon us often
In the science of the mind
trying hard to move a shadow

Don't bury me I'm still alive
the science of the mind unyielding
The science of the mind unyielding
the science of the mind unyielding

It was many and many a year ago,
In a a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of annabel lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me;

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love ¡º
I and my annabel lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me;

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful annabel lee;
So that her high-born kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me ¡º
Yes! ¡º that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my annabel lee;

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we ¡º
Of many far wiser than we ¡º
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful annabel lee,

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful annabel lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful annabel lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling ¡º my darling ¡º my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea

(feat. David Bowie)



Well they call me a juicy hop-frog
you can see me in any wood bog
don't you know that they call me the hop-frog
hopping frog

I'm a hop-frog
a hop-frog
they call me the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
see me in any wood bog
don't you know that call me a hop-frog
hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
see me in a wood bog
Lyricsthey're calling me a hop-frog
hop-frog

You can see me in a ballroom
you can see me in a bedroom
you can see me in the woods
hop, hop-frog

They call me the hop-frog
they call you the hop-frog
well they call you the hop-frog
hop, hop-frog

Frog

[King:]
Oh mellifluous dwarf
prince of all the jesters
Funny little thing you are
Make me laugh
As God's voluminous star

[Hop Frog:]
Gracious majesty
Today is not made for laughter day
This moment sacred is more for royal sunsets
Then comic ruin or suicidal jests

[King:]
I'll be the judge of that thank you
Make me laugh le petite cur
Drink some wine
Lest you foul sweet time

[Hop Frog:]
Drink upsets me
Lyricsplease your liege
This would mark the death me

[King:]
I said drink you scabrous whore
Are you deaf as well as short?

[Tripitena:]
Kingdom's Sire
big as you are
Save such
bile for larger foes

[King:]
Make me laugh
'Fore I stretch your neck like a giraffe

[Spoken Track]

[Tripitena:]

My love
The king by any other name a pissoir
You, my love tower over them all
they are but vermin beneath your heels
They are monkeys
Suit them, frame them to your own vision
but do not let one false word
of mockery seep through to your vast heart
I have seen you from close and afar and your worth
far exceeds your height, your width
the depth of your sorrow
Oh willful outcast doth thou not see the light of our love
our linked fortunes
our hearts melded together
into one fine golden braided finery
They listen to the music of idiots and amuse themselves
with the sordid Miseries of their businesses
LyricsThey are not the things of angels
nor of any higher outpost that humanity might aspire to
Your loathsome vomitous
businessman king is of the lowest order
his advisors
crumbling mockeries of education driven by avarice
My love
dress them in the suits of mockery
and in their advanced state of stupidity
and senility
burn and destroy them so their ashes might join the compost
which they so much deserve
If justice on this earth be fleeting
let us for once hear the weeping
and the braying of the businessman king
Let them be the the orangutans they are
and set them blazing from the chandelier for all to see
hanging from the ceiling by their ridiculous chains
and petticoats which you will have them wear
under the guise of costumic buffoonery
He who underestimates
in time is bound to find the truth sublime
and hollow lie upon the grates of systemic disorder
Businessmen
you're not worth shitting on

Sometimes I wonder who am I
the world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I hold a mirror to my face
there are some lines that I could trace
To memories of loving you
the passion that breaks reason in two

I have to think and stop me now
if reminisces make you frown
One thinks of what one hoped to be
and then faces reality

Sometimes I wonder who am I
who made the trees, who made the sky
Who made the storms, who made heartbreak
I wonder how much life I can take

I know I like to dream a lot
Lyricsand think of other worlds that are not
I hate that I need air to breathe
I'd like to leave this body and be free

I'd like to float like a mystic child
I'd like to kiss an angel on the brow
I'd love to solve the mysteries of life
by cutting someone's throat or removing their heart

You'd like to see it beat
you'd like to hold your eyes
And though you know I'm dead
you'd like to hold my thighs

If it's wrong to think on this
to hold the dead past in your fist
Why were we given memories
let us lose our minds and be set free

Some-, sometimes I, I wonder who am I
the world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I wonder
I wonder -

- Ooohhh, who started all this
was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
and Godless love sent us away

To someone who later betrayed
and Godless love sent us away

[Hop Frog:]
Tomorrow is the seasonal ball
I propose costumes for you
and the honourable ministers to wear

[King:]
Yes

[Hop Frog:]
All dress as orangutans
All your guests will run and scream
with their mouths agape
And try to hide
And you Sire will have last laugh
For such imperial cunning


[Hop Frog:]
I will reach, restore wrong
I will torture you
I will burn you
Dead

[Tripitena:]
My prince
My prince
You light a fire .......
Burn, monkeys
Burn

(Instrumental)

I have a guardian angel
keep him in my head
When I'm afraid and alone
I call him to my bed
I have a guardian angel
who keeps bad things from me
The only way to ruin it would be for me
not to trust me
The only way to ruin it would be for me
not to trust me

I have a guardian angel
who's often saved my life
Through malevolent storms and crystal drums
the angel on my right
Has lifted me up and set me down
always showing me what's right
And if my instinct proved me wrong
the angel set it right
And if my instinct proved me wrong
the angel set it right
Lyrics
Have a guardian angel
I keep him in my head
And when I'm having nightmares
he shows me dreams instead
I have a ring, I have a dress
I have an empty shell
By the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell
By the books below tea cups
I've kept a kind of hell

Panic and anxiety
so often in my head
But I had a guardian angel
who took care of me instead
The champagne cork the nightlight owl
a raven and a duck
The seed of pining parents
and your despairing love
The seed of pining parents
and your despairing love

Love and luck both have charmed lives
can change all things about
I had a guardian angel
that's what this is all about
I have a guardian angel
I keep him in my head
When I'm alone and become afraid
he saved my life instead
When I'm alone and become afraid
he saved my life instead

Guardian angel
guardian angel
Guardian angel
guardian angel
guardian angel