 ALAN PARSONS PROJECT - TALES OF MYSTERY AND IMAGINATION -
EDGAR ALLAN POE (1976)
Bajo - David Paton, Joe Puerta
Bajo de cuerdas - Darryl Runswick
Batería - Stuart Tosh, Burleigh
Drummond
Guitarras - Ian Bairnson, David Paton,
David Pack, Alan Parsons
Teclados - Billy Lyall, Christopher
North, Eric Woolfson, Andrew Powell, Francis Monkman, Alan
Parsons
Cimbalom y Kantele - John Leach
Voces - John Miles, Arthur Brown, Alan
Parsons, Terry Sylvester, Leonard Whiting, Jack Harris, Eric
Woolfson, Jane Powell, Smokey Parsons, David Paton, Stuart
Tosh, y The English Chorale
A Dream Within A Dream
Narration by Orson Welles:
"For my own part, I have never had a
thought which I could not set down in words, with even more
distinctness than that 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 impossible
to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely, only in epochs of intense tranquility, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection, and at those
mere points of time, when 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."
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 darkness
it spoke that one word
that I shall hear forever more.
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
thus quoth the raven
nevermore.
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.
And he won't be found at all
not a trace to mark his fall
nor a stain upon the wall.
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 if the Devil himself.
Take me away now
but let the silence drown the beating of his heart
I can't go on
let me be free from wretched sea that I can not see
please let me be free.
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 binding my arms)
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 .
(The System Of) Doctor Tarr And
Professor Feather
 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
your 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 walkin' 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 the 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 the 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.
The Fall Of The House Of Usher
Narration 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 is an essential. 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; and the dead are but for a moment
motionless."
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 the 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 of me
(come from Paradise).
I've been through times when no one cared
(words that were mine)
I've 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.
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