The Alan Parsons Project - The Fall of the House of Usher: Prelude lyrics

(Note: These spoken words appear only on the remastered 1987 Version, narrated by Orson Welles) Shadows of shadows pa**ing. 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 in 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, color becomes pallor; Man becomes carca**; Home becomes catacomb; The dead, are but for a moment, motionless. Instrumental