Lirik Lagu Edgar Allan Poe - Lou Reed
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These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horrorThen he'll play with your mindIf you haven't heard himYou must be deaf or blind.
These are the stories of Edgar Allen PoeNot exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you about UsherWhose house burned in his mindHis love for his dear sisterHer death would drive him wildThe murder of a strangerThe murder of a friendThe callings from the pits of hellThat never seem to end.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next doorThese are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
The diabolic image of the city and the seaThe chaos and the carnage that reside deep within meDecapitations – poisonings –hellish not a boreYou won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women hereA mind unfurled a mind unbent is all we have hereTruth, fried orangutans flutter to the stageLeave your expectations homeAnd listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe.
We give you the soliloquy the raven at the doorThe flaming pits the moving walls no equilibriumNo ballast no bombastThe unvarnished truth we've gotA mind that swoons guiltily at nightCooking ravings in a pot.
A tell-tale heart a rotting caskA valley of unrestA conqueror worm devouring soulsKeep the best for lastRings for Annie LeeAs Poe's buried aliveRegretting his beloved's death in all herMany guises.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you tales of horrorThen he'll play with your mindIf you haven't heard himYou must be deaf or blind.
These are the stories of Edgar Allen PoeNot exactly the boy next door
He'll tell you about UsherWhose house burned in his mindHis love for his dear sisterHer death would drive him wildThe murder of a strangerThe murder of a friendThe callings from the pits of hellThat never seem to end.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next doorThese are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
The diabolic image of the city and the seaThe chaos and the carnage that reside deep within meDecapitations – poisonings –hellish not a boreYou won't need 3D glasses to pass beyond this door.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
No Nosferatu Vincent Price or naked women hereA mind unfurled a mind unbent is all we have hereTruth, fried orangutans flutter to the stageLeave your expectations homeAnd listen to the stories of Edgar Allan Poe.
We give you the soliloquy the raven at the doorThe flaming pits the moving walls no equilibriumNo ballast no bombastThe unvarnished truth we've gotA mind that swoons guiltily at nightCooking ravings in a pot.
A tell-tale heart a rotting caskA valley of unrestA conqueror worm devouring soulsKeep the best for lastRings for Annie LeeAs Poe's buried aliveRegretting his beloved's death in all herMany guises.
These are the stories of Edgar Allan PoeNot exactly the boy next door
