Lou ReedEdgar Allan Poe

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 These 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-a
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