Prologue (Ligiea) Lou Reed (Ft. Willem Dafoe)
"Prologue (Ligiea)" by Lou Reed (ft. Willem Dafoe) is a #Rock track released in 2003. The lyrics explore themes of love, loss, and existential reflection, drawing inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's work. Musically, it features a haunting atmosphere with spoken word elements, enhancing its poetic depth. The collaboration bridges literature and music, highlighting Reed's cultural impact.
[Young Poe]:
In the science of the mind there is no point
more thrilling than to notice which I never noticed in schools that in our endeavors to recall to memory something long-forgotten
we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance
without being in the end able to remember
Under the intense scrutiny of Ligeia's eyes
I have felt the full knowledge
and force of their expression
and yet been unable to possess it
and have felt it leave me as so many other things have left
the letter half-read, the bottle half-drunk
finding in the commonest objects
of the universe a circle of analogies
of metaphors for that expression
which has been willfully withheld from me
the access to the inner soul denied
Eyes blazed with a too-glorious effulgence
pale fingers transparent, waxen, the hue of the grave
Blue veins upon the lofty forehead swelled
and sunk impetuously with the tides of deep emotion
and I saw that she must die
that she was wresting with the dark shadow
Her stern nature had impressed me
with the belief that, to her
death would come without its terrors but not so
I groaned in anguish at the pitiable spectacle
I would have soothed
I would have reasoned
But she was amid the most convulsive of writhings
Oh, pitiful soul
Her voice more gentle, more low, and yet her words grew wilder of meaning
I reeled, entranced, to a melody more than mortal
In the science of the mind there is no point
more thrilling than to notice which I never noticed in schools that in our endeavors to recall to memory something long-forgotten
we often find ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance
without being in the end able to remember
Under the intense scrutiny of Ligeia's eyes
I have felt the full knowledge
and force of their expression
and yet been unable to possess it
and have felt it leave me as so many other things have left
the letter half-read, the bottle half-drunk
finding in the commonest objects
of the universe a circle of analogies
of metaphors for that expression
which has been willfully withheld from me
the access to the inner soul denied
Eyes blazed with a too-glorious effulgence
pale fingers transparent, waxen, the hue of the grave
Blue veins upon the lofty forehead swelled
and sunk impetuously with the tides of deep emotion
and I saw that she must die
that she was wresting with the dark shadow
Her stern nature had impressed me
with the belief that, to her
death would come without its terrors but not so
I groaned in anguish at the pitiable spectacle
I would have soothed
I would have reasoned
But she was amid the most convulsive of writhings
Oh, pitiful soul
Her voice more gentle, more low, and yet her words grew wilder of meaning
I reeled, entranced, to a melody more than mortal
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