The Fall of the House of Usher
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And then I had a vision
Ah Edgar, ah, Edgar, my dear friend 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
I know, my friend
Though I own so much of this land I find, the country insufferable
I deal only in half pleasures
Speaking of half pleasures
Would you care for a tincture of opium?
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
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
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 (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Did you hear that?
I hear, I am listening, go on
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
You mentioned your sister was ill
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
She looks so much like you
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
Oh, what of physicians?
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
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
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
May I hear it?
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
It's cold in here
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
Excuse me
She is gone, out, sad light
Roderick has no life
I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight
But Roderick
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
I cannot question you
Then help me now
Ah, one would think you twins
We are, we have always been sympathetic to each other
Have you seen this?
It is her
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
And together we will pass this terrible night together
What's that?
What is that?
Don't you hear that?
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
Ah, ah, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah Edgar, ah, Edgar, my dear friend 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
I know, my friend
Though I own so much of this land I find, the country insufferable
I deal only in half pleasures
Speaking of half pleasures
Would you care for a tincture of opium?
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
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
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 (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Did you hear that?
I hear, I am listening, go on
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
You mentioned your sister was ill
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
She looks so much like you
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
Oh, what of physicians?
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
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
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
May I hear it?
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
It's cold in here
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
Excuse me
She is gone, out, sad light
Roderick has no life
I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight
But Roderick
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
I cannot question you
Then help me now
Ah, one would think you twins
We are, we have always been sympathetic to each other
Have you seen this?
It is her
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
And together we will pass this terrible night together
What's that?
What is that?
Don't you hear that?
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
Ah, ah, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.96] And then I had a vision
[00:04.64]
[00:21.62] Ah Edgar, ah, Edgar, my dear friend Edgar
[00:24.81] It's been a long time, Roderick
[00:26.55] I've ridden many miles
[00:28.74] It's been a dull and soundless day for autumn
[00:32.48] The leaves have lost their autumn glow
[00:33.95] And the clouds seem oppressive with their drifting finery
[00:37.59] I know, my friend
[00:38.22] Though I own so much of this land I find, the country insufferable
[00:43.68] I deal only in half pleasures
[00:46.23] Speaking of half pleasures
[00:47.88] Would you care for a tincture of opium?
[00:50.35] Nothing would please me more than to smoke with an old friend
[00:54.96]
[01:01.43] I've experienced the hideous dropping of the veil
[01:04.77] The bitter lapse into common life
[01:07.67] Unredeemed dreariness of thought
[01:09.55] I have an iciness, a sickening of the heart
[01:14.28]
[01:19.27] It's true you don't look well, Roderick
[01:22.06] But I am your friend, no matter the occasion or position of the stars
[01:27.55] I'm glad you wrote me, but I must admit to concern
[01:33.56] I cannot contain my heart
[01:35.52] Edgar, I look to you for solace
[01:37.79] For relief from myself
[01:40.03] What I have is constitutional
[01:42.65] A family evil, a nervous affection that must surely pass
[01:46.64] But I do have this morbid acuteness of senses
[01:50.58] I can eat only the most insipid food
[01:53.43] Clothes only of the lightest texture
[01:54.22] The odor of flowers I find oppressive
[01:56.14] My eyes cannot bear even the faintest light (ah, ah, ah, ah)
[02:01.30] Did you hear that?
[02:03.18] I hear, I am listening, go on
[02:10.87] I shall perish
[02:12.72] I will perish in this deplorable folly
[02:14.83] I dread the future not the events, the results
[02:17.72] The most trivial event causes the greatest agitation of the soul
[02:21.11] I do not fear danger except in its absolute effect, terror
[02:26.99] I find I must inevitably abandon life and reason together in my struggles with the demon fear
[02:32.92] Perhaps you'll think me superstitious
[02:34.53] But the physique of this place
[02:37.27] It hovers about me like a great body
[02:39.55] Some diseased outer shell
[02:41.62] Some decaying finite skin encasing my morale
[02:45.42] You mentioned your sister was ill
[02:47.08] My beloved sister, my sole companion
[02:49.19] Has had a long continuing illness, whose inevitable conclusion seems forsworn
[02:55.50] This will leave me the last of the ancient race of Ushers
[02:59.33] She looks so much like you
[03:01.66] I love her in a nameless way
[03:05.06] More than I love myself
[03:06.89] Her demise will leave me hopelessly confined to memories
[03:09.72] And realities of a future so barren as to be stultifying
[03:15.12]
[03:17.68] Oh, what of physicians?
[03:18.38] Ah, they are baffled
[03:21.36] Until today she refused bed rest
[03:24.23] Wanting to be present in your honor
[03:26.23] But finally she succumbed to the prostrating power of the destroyer
[03:29.94] You will probably see her no more
[03:35.07] Sound and music take us to the twin curves of experience
[03:39.55] Like brother and sister intertwined, they relieve themselves of bodily contact
[03:44.09] And dance in a pagan revelry
[03:46.58] I have soiled myself with my designs
[03:48.83] I am ashamed of my brain
[03:50.16] The enemy is me, and the executioner terror
[03:55.04]
[03:57.70] Music is a reflection of our inner self
[04:00.77] Unfiltered agony touches the wayward string
[04:03.28] The wayward brain confuses itself with the self-perceived future
[04:06.61] And turns inward with loathing and terror
[04:10.27] Either by design or thought, we are doomed to know our own end
[04:14.90] I've written a lyric
[04:16.85] May I hear it?
[04:18.35] It is called, the haunted palace
[04:21.25] In the greenest of our valleys by good angels tenanted, once a fair and stately palace
[04:28.17] Snow-white palace, reared its head
[04:30.67] Banners yellow, glorious, golden, on its roof did float and flow
[04:34.95] This, all this was in the olden time long ago
[04:39.97] And every gentle air that dallied along the rampart plumed and pallid
[04:45.28] A winged odor went away
[04:47.38] All wanderers in that happy valley, through two luminous windows saw spirits moving musically
[04:54.33] The sovereign of the realm serene
[04:57.03] A troop of echoes whose sweet duty was but to sing in voices of surpassing beauty
[05:02.59] The wit and wisdom of their king
[05:05.46] But evil things in robes of sorrow
[05:09.12] Assailed the monarch's high estate, and round about his home the glory, is but a dim-remembered story
[05:15.17] Vast forms that move fantastically to a discordant melody
[05:20.22] While, like a ghastly river, a hideous throng rush out forever, and laugh
[05:25.16] But smile no more, nevermore
[05:30.88]
[05:32.90] It's cold in here
[05:35.27] I tell you minerals are sentient things
[05:37.93] The gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere
[05:41.36] Of their own about the waters and the walls proves this
[05:45.36] Thus the silent yet importunate and terrible influence, which for centuries has molded my family
[05:50.91] And now me
[05:53.69] Excuse me
[05:56.35]
[06:09.63] She is gone, out, sad light
[06:13.32] Roderick has no life
[06:16.55]
[06:18.57] I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight
[06:20.92] But Roderick
[06:23.63] I shall place it in a vault facing the lake
[06:25.74] I do not wish to answer to the medical men
[06:27.53] Nor place her in the exposed burial plot of my family
[06:30.39] We shall inter her at the proper date
[06:32.89] When I am more fully of a right mind
[06:36.29] Her malady was unusual
[06:38.36] Please do not question me on this
[06:40.26] I cannot question you
[06:41.53] Then help me now
[06:44.24] Ah, one would think you twins
[06:48.04] We are, we have always been sympathetic to each other
[06:54.82] Have you seen this?
[06:56.97] It is her
[06:57.68] It is a whirlwind
[06:59.50] You should not, you must not behold this
[07:02.74] Roderick, these appearances which bewilder you are mere electrical phenomena not uncommon
[07:07.60] Or perhaps they have their rank origins in the marshy gases of the lake
[07:13.67] Please, let's close this casement and I will read and you will listen
[07:18.06] And together we will pass this terrible night together
[07:23.07] What's that?
[07:24.87] What is that?
[07:26.93] Don't you hear that?
[07:28.30] Not hear it, yes, I hear it and have heard it many minutes have I heard it
[07:35.83] Oh, pity me miserable wretch
[07:38.60] I dared not
[07:39.72] Oh, no
[07:41.03] I dared not speak
[07:43.44] We have put her living in the tomb
[07:45.84] I have heard feeble movements in the coffin
[07:48.01] I thought I heard
[07:49.46] I dared not speak
[07:50.78] Oh, God
[07:52.06] I have heard footsteps
[07:54.59] Do you not hear them?
[07:56.17] Attention
[07:57.15] Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart?
[08:01.08] Madman
[08:02.94] Madman
[08:05.52] I tell you she now stands without the door
[08:11.22] Ah, ah, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah
[08:28.59]
[00:04.64]
[00:21.62] Ah Edgar, ah, Edgar, my dear friend Edgar
[00:24.81] It's been a long time, Roderick
[00:26.55] I've ridden many miles
[00:28.74] It's been a dull and soundless day for autumn
[00:32.48] The leaves have lost their autumn glow
[00:33.95] And the clouds seem oppressive with their drifting finery
[00:37.59] I know, my friend
[00:38.22] Though I own so much of this land I find, the country insufferable
[00:43.68] I deal only in half pleasures
[00:46.23] Speaking of half pleasures
[00:47.88] Would you care for a tincture of opium?
[00:50.35] Nothing would please me more than to smoke with an old friend
[00:54.96]
[01:01.43] I've experienced the hideous dropping of the veil
[01:04.77] The bitter lapse into common life
[01:07.67] Unredeemed dreariness of thought
[01:09.55] I have an iciness, a sickening of the heart
[01:14.28]
[01:19.27] It's true you don't look well, Roderick
[01:22.06] But I am your friend, no matter the occasion or position of the stars
[01:27.55] I'm glad you wrote me, but I must admit to concern
[01:33.56] I cannot contain my heart
[01:35.52] Edgar, I look to you for solace
[01:37.79] For relief from myself
[01:40.03] What I have is constitutional
[01:42.65] A family evil, a nervous affection that must surely pass
[01:46.64] But I do have this morbid acuteness of senses
[01:50.58] I can eat only the most insipid food
[01:53.43] Clothes only of the lightest texture
[01:54.22] The odor of flowers I find oppressive
[01:56.14] My eyes cannot bear even the faintest light (ah, ah, ah, ah)
[02:01.30] Did you hear that?
[02:03.18] I hear, I am listening, go on
[02:10.87] I shall perish
[02:12.72] I will perish in this deplorable folly
[02:14.83] I dread the future not the events, the results
[02:17.72] The most trivial event causes the greatest agitation of the soul
[02:21.11] I do not fear danger except in its absolute effect, terror
[02:26.99] I find I must inevitably abandon life and reason together in my struggles with the demon fear
[02:32.92] Perhaps you'll think me superstitious
[02:34.53] But the physique of this place
[02:37.27] It hovers about me like a great body
[02:39.55] Some diseased outer shell
[02:41.62] Some decaying finite skin encasing my morale
[02:45.42] You mentioned your sister was ill
[02:47.08] My beloved sister, my sole companion
[02:49.19] Has had a long continuing illness, whose inevitable conclusion seems forsworn
[02:55.50] This will leave me the last of the ancient race of Ushers
[02:59.33] She looks so much like you
[03:01.66] I love her in a nameless way
[03:05.06] More than I love myself
[03:06.89] Her demise will leave me hopelessly confined to memories
[03:09.72] And realities of a future so barren as to be stultifying
[03:15.12]
[03:17.68] Oh, what of physicians?
[03:18.38] Ah, they are baffled
[03:21.36] Until today she refused bed rest
[03:24.23] Wanting to be present in your honor
[03:26.23] But finally she succumbed to the prostrating power of the destroyer
[03:29.94] You will probably see her no more
[03:35.07] Sound and music take us to the twin curves of experience
[03:39.55] Like brother and sister intertwined, they relieve themselves of bodily contact
[03:44.09] And dance in a pagan revelry
[03:46.58] I have soiled myself with my designs
[03:48.83] I am ashamed of my brain
[03:50.16] The enemy is me, and the executioner terror
[03:55.04]
[03:57.70] Music is a reflection of our inner self
[04:00.77] Unfiltered agony touches the wayward string
[04:03.28] The wayward brain confuses itself with the self-perceived future
[04:06.61] And turns inward with loathing and terror
[04:10.27] Either by design or thought, we are doomed to know our own end
[04:14.90] I've written a lyric
[04:16.85] May I hear it?
[04:18.35] It is called, the haunted palace
[04:21.25] In the greenest of our valleys by good angels tenanted, once a fair and stately palace
[04:28.17] Snow-white palace, reared its head
[04:30.67] Banners yellow, glorious, golden, on its roof did float and flow
[04:34.95] This, all this was in the olden time long ago
[04:39.97] And every gentle air that dallied along the rampart plumed and pallid
[04:45.28] A winged odor went away
[04:47.38] All wanderers in that happy valley, through two luminous windows saw spirits moving musically
[04:54.33] The sovereign of the realm serene
[04:57.03] A troop of echoes whose sweet duty was but to sing in voices of surpassing beauty
[05:02.59] The wit and wisdom of their king
[05:05.46] But evil things in robes of sorrow
[05:09.12] Assailed the monarch's high estate, and round about his home the glory, is but a dim-remembered story
[05:15.17] Vast forms that move fantastically to a discordant melody
[05:20.22] While, like a ghastly river, a hideous throng rush out forever, and laugh
[05:25.16] But smile no more, nevermore
[05:30.88]
[05:32.90] It's cold in here
[05:35.27] I tell you minerals are sentient things
[05:37.93] The gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere
[05:41.36] Of their own about the waters and the walls proves this
[05:45.36] Thus the silent yet importunate and terrible influence, which for centuries has molded my family
[05:50.91] And now me
[05:53.69] Excuse me
[05:56.35]
[06:09.63] She is gone, out, sad light
[06:13.32] Roderick has no life
[06:16.55]
[06:18.57] I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight
[06:20.92] But Roderick
[06:23.63] I shall place it in a vault facing the lake
[06:25.74] I do not wish to answer to the medical men
[06:27.53] Nor place her in the exposed burial plot of my family
[06:30.39] We shall inter her at the proper date
[06:32.89] When I am more fully of a right mind
[06:36.29] Her malady was unusual
[06:38.36] Please do not question me on this
[06:40.26] I cannot question you
[06:41.53] Then help me now
[06:44.24] Ah, one would think you twins
[06:48.04] We are, we have always been sympathetic to each other
[06:54.82] Have you seen this?
[06:56.97] It is her
[06:57.68] It is a whirlwind
[06:59.50] You should not, you must not behold this
[07:02.74] Roderick, these appearances which bewilder you are mere electrical phenomena not uncommon
[07:07.60] Or perhaps they have their rank origins in the marshy gases of the lake
[07:13.67] Please, let's close this casement and I will read and you will listen
[07:18.06] And together we will pass this terrible night together
[07:23.07] What's that?
[07:24.87] What is that?
[07:26.93] Don't you hear that?
[07:28.30] Not hear it, yes, I hear it and have heard it many minutes have I heard it
[07:35.83] Oh, pity me miserable wretch
[07:38.60] I dared not
[07:39.72] Oh, no
[07:41.03] I dared not speak
[07:43.44] We have put her living in the tomb
[07:45.84] I have heard feeble movements in the coffin
[07:48.01] I thought I heard
[07:49.46] I dared not speak
[07:50.78] Oh, God
[07:52.06] I have heard footsteps
[07:54.59] Do you not hear them?
[07:56.17] Attention
[07:57.15] Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart?
[08:01.08] Madman
[08:02.94] Madman
[08:05.52] I tell you she now stands without the door
[08:11.22] Ah, ah, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah
[08:28.59]