"The Tell-Tale Heart Pt. 1"
album _The Raven_
(Lou Reed, 2003)

written by Lou Reed

        very nervous


        Why will you say that I am mad
        The disease has sharpened my senses
        not destroyed
        not dulled them


        The eye of a vulture
        a pale blue eye
        with a film overit

        observe how healthily
        and how calmly I tell this story

        He had no passion for the old man
        He was never insulted

        He loved him

        It was the eye the eye the eye

        I made up my mind
        To take his life forever


        The eye of a vulture

        You should have seen me

        How wisely I proceeded

        To rid himself of the eye forever

        With what dissimulation I went to work


        I turned the latch on his door
        and opened it

        To work

        To practice

        I opened his door
        and put in a dark lantern


        Slowly I put my head in
        Slowly I thrust it until in time Ientered
        I was in so far

        He was in so far
        he could see the old man sleep

        And then I undid the lantern so a thin ray
        fell upon the eye

        The vulture eye

        He did this for seven days

        Seven days

        But always the eye was closed
        and so I could not do the work

        And in the day he would greet the old man
        calmly in his chamber


        Nothing is wrong and all is well

        Knock, knock
        who's there

        Came night eight

        Night eight

        I was slower than a watch minute hand
        The power that I had with the old man
        not to even dream my secret thoughts

        Secret thoughts

        My sagacity
        I could barely conceal my feelings of triumph

        When suddenly the body moved

        The body moved

        But I went in even further
        pushing the door open even further

        Who's there

        Who's there

        I did not move a muscle
        I kept quiet and still

        The old man sat up in bed

        In his bed

        Who's there

        I heard a groan
        and knew it was a groan of mortal terror
        not pain or grief

        Oh no

        It was the low stifled sound that arises
        from the bottom of the soul
        when overcharged with awe
        I felt such awe welling up in my own bosom
        deepening with its echo the terrors that distracted me
        Knowing what the old man felt and

        Pitying him

        Although it made me laugh

        Ha ha

        He'd been lying awake since the first slight noise
        He'd been lying awake thinking


        It is nothing but the wind

        The wind

        It is nothing but the house settling

        The old man stalked with his black shadow

        Death approaching

        The mournful presence of the unperceived
        causing him to feel my presence

        Open the lantern

        I saw the ray fall on the eye

        On the eye

transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mx21.tiki.ne.jp)