@ALBUM: tales.of.mystery.and.imagination The Alan Parsons Project: Tales Of Mystery And Imagination @SONG: A Dream Within A Dream (instrumental) "For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream." @SONG: The Raven THE clock struck midnight And through my sleeping I heard a tapping at my door I looked but nothing lay in the darkness And so I turned inside once more To my amazement There stood a raven Whose shadow hung above my door Then through the silence It spoke the one word That I shall hear for evermore Nevermore Thus quoth the raven, nevermore And still the raven remains in my room No matter how much I implore No words can soothe him No prayer remove him And I must hear for evermore Quoth the raven, nevermore Nevermore Thus quoth the raven, nevermore @SONG: The Tell-tale Heart YOU should have seen him Lying alone in helpless silence in the night You should have seen him You would have seen his eye reflecting in the light So for the old man Ashes to ashes, earth to earth and dust to dust No one will see me No one with guilt to share, no secret soul to trust Louder and louder Till I could tell the sound was not within my ears You should have seen me You would have seen my eyes grow white and cold with fear Heard all the things in Heaven and Earth I've seen many things in Hell But his vulture's eye of a cold pale blue Is the eye of the Devil himself Take me away now But let the silence drown the beating of his heart @SONG: The Cask Of Amontillado BY the last breath of the four winds that blow I'll have revenge upon Fortunato Smile in his face I'll say "come let us go I've a cask of Amontillado" Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow Follow me now to the vault down below Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time Which is passing incredibly slow (What are these chains that are binding my arm?) Part of you dies each passing day (Say it's a game and I'll come to no harm) You'll feel your life slipping away You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What price the Crown of a King on his throne When you're chained in the dark all alone (Spare me my life only name your reward) Part of you dies each brick I lay (Bring back some light in the name of the Lord) You'll feel your mind slipping away @SONG: (The System Of) Doctor Tarr And Professor Fether JUST what you need to make you feel better Just what you need to make you feel Just what you need to make you feel better Just what you need to make you feel At the far end of your tether And your thoughts won't fit together So you sleep light or whatever And the night goes on forever Then your mind change like the weather You're in need of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether Even clouds seem bright and breezy 'Cause the livin' is free and easy See the rat race in a new way Like you're wakin' up to a new day It's a wise thing if you're clever Take a lead from Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether Find the end of a rainbow Fly wherever the winds blow Laugh at life like a sideshow Just what you need to make you feel better Satisfaction altogether Guaranteed by Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether Find the end of a rainbow Fly wherever the winds blow Laugh at life like a sideshow Just what you need to make you feel better Don't stop bringin' the girls round Don't start havin' a showdown Keep on handin' the jug round All that you need is wine and good company @SONG: The Fall Of The House Of Usher (instrumental) (1) Prelude "Shadows of shadows passing. It is now 1831, and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is inessential. Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception, music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry. Music without the idea is simply music. Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase, home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless." (II) Arrival (III) Intermezzo (IV) Pavane (V) Fall @SONG: To One In Paradise IF I could see the sky above And my mind could be set free As wild white horses reached the shore I'd stand alone and oversee And if the bush before me burns Should I turn my eyes away And still the voices I can hear As clear to me as light of day I believed in my dreams Nothing could change my mind Now I know what they mean How could I be so blind Cold sands of time (Winds that blow as cold as ice Sounds that come in the night) Shall hide what is left on me (Come from Paradise) I've been through times when no one cared (Words that were mine) I've seen clouds in empty skies When one kind word meant more to me (Shall last as a memory) Than all the love in Paradise I believed in my dreams Nothing could change my mind Till I found what they mean Nothing can save me now