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"A Wild Being From Birth"
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album _The Raven_
(Lou Reed, 2003)

written by Lou Reed
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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




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transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mx21.tiki.ne.jp)
http://ww21.tiki.ne.jp/~wildside/
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