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"The Fall Of The House Of Usher"
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album _The Raven_
(Lou Reed, 2003)

written by Lou Reed
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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
        and 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]




        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        ....




* riff

     {G}                {G}
 1e ---------------------------------------
 2B --3-3---3--3\--2/----3-----------------
 3G --0-0---0--0---0-----0-----------------
 4D ---------------------------------------
 5A ---------------------------------------
 6E ---------------------------------------

 {C}                {G}
-------------------------5-------------
--8-8---8--8\--2/----3-----------------
--0-0---0--0---0-----0-----------------   ...
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*** please note ***

h - hammer on
p - pull off
b - bend string up
r - release bend
/ - slide up
\ - slide down
v - vibrato
^ - harmonics








========================================
"The Fall Of The House Of Usher"
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from the play _POEtry_
(Robert Wilson/Lou Reed, 2000)

written by Lou Reed

performed by actors, local musicians (?)

May 09, 2001
Muziek Theater, Amsterdam, Holland
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        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher
        The fall of the house of Usher




[bass and keyboard (riff)]

        {G}{G}{C}{G}   dialogue in German
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   ....
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        ... repeat
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        ... fade out



[strings and keyboard (drone)]

        {D...          dialogue in German



[bass and keyboard (riff)]

        {G}{G}{C}{G}   dialogue in German
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   ....
        {G}{G}



[strings and keyboard (drone)]

        {D...          dialogue in German



[bass and keyboard (riff)]

        {G}{G}{C}{G}   dialogue in German
        {G}{G}         ....



[strings and keyboard (drone)]

        {D...          dialogue in German



[bass and keyboard (riff)]

        {G}{G}{C}{G}   dialogue in German
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   ...
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}




        ["The Bed" (see "the_bed.html")]




[band (riff)]

        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
        {G}{G}{C}{G}
drums   {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G}{G}{C}{G}   (The fall of the house of Usher)
        {G...




* riff

     {G}                {G}
 1e ---------------------------------------
 2B --3-3---3--3---2-----3---------3-------
 3G --0-0---0--0---0-----0---------0h2p0---
 4D ---------------------------------------
 5A ---------------------------------------
 6E ---------------------------------------

 {C}                {G}
-------------------------------------------
--8-8---8--8---2-----3--------------3------
--0-0---0--0---0-----0------0---0---2p0----
----------------------------0h2------------
-------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------

 {G}                {G}
---------------------------------------
--3-3---3--3---2-----3-----------------
--0-0---0--0---0-----0-----------------
---------------------------------------
---------------------------------------
---------------------------------------

 {C}                {G}
------------------------------------------
--8-8---8--8---2-----3------3----3-----3--
--0-0---0--0---0-----0------2b3--2v----0--
------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------

 {G}                {G}
---------------------------------------
--3-3---3--3---2-----3-----------------
--0-0---0--0---0-----0-----------------
---------------------------------------
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 {C}                {G}
-------------------------------------------
--8-8---8--8---2-----3-----------------0---
--0-0---0--0---0-----0------0-2-2b4r2--0---   ...
------------------------0h2----------------
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* ending

 {G}                {G}
---------------------------------------
--3-3---3--3---2-----3-----------------
--0-0---0--0---0-----0-----------------
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 {C}                {G}
-----------------------------------------------
--8-8---8--8---2-------------------------------
--0-0---0--0---0-------------------------------
---------------------/5-4-2v-0--0h2v-0---------
---------------------------------------0h2v-0--
-----------------------------------------------

 {G...
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--5...---------------------------------
--5...---------------------------------
--3...---------------------------------



*** please note ***

h - hammer on
p - pull off
b - bend string up
r - release bend
/ - slide up
\ - slide down
v - vibrato
^ - harmonics




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Here I give you a nearly complete transcription of
The Fall Of The House Of Usher.
The missing words I marked with $..$. Post it on your site

Here it comes, enjoy:

Lou Reed - The Fall Of The House Of Usher


Edgar (left): And then I had a vision.

Roderick (right): Ah Edgar. Ah Edgar, my dear friend Edgar.

e. 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 low
and the clouds seem oppressive with their drifting finery.

r. I know, my friend.
Though I own so much of this land I find the country insufferable.
I deal only in half-pleasures.

e. Speaking of half-pleasure.
Would you care for a tincture of opium?

r. Nothing would please me more than to smoke with an old friend.

r. I've experienced the hideous dropping of the vale.
The bitter lapse into common life.
Unredeemed dreariness of thought I have and iciness,
a sickening of the heart.

e. 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.

r. I cannot contain my heart.
Edgar, I look to you for solace, for relief from myself.
But I have this constitution, 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 odour of flowers I find oppressive.
My eyes cannot bear even the faintest light.

r. Did you hear that?

e. I hear. I am listening. Go on.

r. 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 affect: terror.
I find I must inevitably abandon life
and reason together in my struggles with the demon fear.
Perhaps you'll think me superstitous
but the physique of this place
that hovers above me like a great body, some disease, outer shell,
some decaying, finite skin, encasing my morale.

e. You'd mentioned your sister was ill.

r. My beloved sister, my soul companion,
has had a long continuing illness
whose inevitable conclusion seems forsworn.
This will leave me the last of the ancient race of Ushers.

e. She looks so much like you.

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

e. What of physicians?

r. They are baffled. Until today she refused bedrest.
Wanting to be present in your honour
but finally she's come to the prostrating power of the destroyer.
You'll probably see her no more.

e. 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 reverie.

r. I have soiled myself with my designs. I'm ashamed of my brain.
The enemy is me. And the execution of 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.

e. May I hear it?

r. It is called the Haunted Palace
In the greenest of our valleys, by good angels tenanted
Once a fair and stately palace, a snowwhite 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 odour went away
All wanderers in that happy valley through two luminous windows
Saw spirits moving musically
The sovereign of the realm $...$
A troop of echoes whose sweet duty was but to sing in voices
Of surpassing beauty
The wit and wisdom of the 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


e. It's cold in here.

r. I tell you minerals are sentient things.
The gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere
of their own about the waters in the walls proofs this.
Thus the silent yes importunate and terrible influence
which for centuries has moulded my family. And now me. Excuse me.

r. She has gone. Out sad light. Roderick has no life.
I shall preserve her corpse for a fortnight.

e. Roderick.

r. I shall place it in a vault facing the lake.
I don't wish $...$ 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.

e. I cannot question you.

r. Then help me now.

e. Huh, one would think you're twins.

r. We are. We have always been sympathetic to each other.
Have you seen this? It is her.

e. It is a whirlwind. You should not, you must not behold this!
Roderick, these appearences 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 your hear that?

r. Not hear it. Yes, I hear it. And I've 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've heard feeble movements in the coffin. I thought I heard.
I dared not speak. Oh god. I 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!


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