The Alan Parsons Project — The Fall of the House of Usher: Prelude

(Note: These spoken words appear only On the remastered 1987 Version Narrated by Orson Welles) 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 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 carcass; Home becomes catacomb; The dead, are but for a moment, motionless Instrumental