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Once upon a midnight dreary
as i pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore
while i nodded, nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
as of some one gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
andquot;and'tis some visitor,andquot; i muttered
andquot;tapping at my chamber door
only this and nothing more.andquot;
Muttering i got up weakly
always iand've had trouble sleeping
stumbling upright my mind racing
furtive thoughts flowing once more
i, there hoping for some sunrise
happiness would be a surprise
loneliness no longer a prize
rapping at my chamber door
seeking out the clever bore
lost in dreams forever more
only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
stale tobacco my lips tasting
scotch sitting upon my basin
remnants of the night before
came again
infernal tapping on the door
in my mind jabbing
is it in or outside rapping
calling out to me once more
the fit and fury of lenore
nameless here forever more
And the silken sad uncertain
rustling of the purple curtain
thrilled me, filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before
so that now, oh wind, stood breathing
hoping yet to calm my breathing
andquot;and'tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
some lost visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
this it is, and nothing more.andquot;
Deep into the darkness peering
long i stood there
wondering fearing
doubting dreaming fantasies
no mortal dared to dream before
but the silence was unbroken
and the stillness gave no token
and the only word there spoken
was the whispered name, andquot;lenore.andquot;
this i thought
and out loud whispered from my lips
the foul name festered
echoing itself
merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning
every nerve within me burning
when once again i heard a tapping
somewhat louder than before
andquot;surely,andquot; said i
surely that is something at my iron staircase
open the door to see what threat is
open the window, free the shutters
let us this mystery explore
oh, bursting heart be still this once
and let this mystery explore
it is the wind and nothing more
Just one epithet i muttered as inside
i gagged and shuddered
when with manly flirt and flutter
in there flew a stately raven
sleek and ravenous as any foe
not the least obeisance made he
not a minutes gesture towards me
of recognition or politeness
but perched above my chamber door
this fowl and salivating visage
insinuating with its knowledge
perched above my chamber door
silent sat and staring
nothing more
Askance, askew
the selfand's sad fancy smiles at you i swear
at this savage viscous countenance it wears
though you show here shorn and shaven
and i admit myself forlorn and craven
ghastly grim and ancient raven
wandering from the opiate shores
tell me what thy lordly name is
that you are not nightmare sewage
some dire powder drink or inhalation
framed from flames of downtown lore
quotes the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
And the raven sitting lonely
staring sickly at my male sex only
that one word
as if his soul in that one word
he did outpour, andquot;pathetic.andquot;
nothing farther than he uttered
not a feather then he fluttered
till finally was i that muttered as i stared
dully at the floor
andquot;other friends have flown and left me
flown as each and every hope has flown before
as you no doubt will fore the morrow.andquot;
but the bird said, andquot;never, more.andquot;
Then i felt the air grow denser
perfumed from some unseen incense
as though accepting angelic intrusion
when in fact i felt collusion
before the guise of false memories respite
respite through the haze of cocaineand's glory
i smoke and smoke the blue vialand's glory
to forget
at once
the base lenore
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
andquot;prophet,andquot; said i, andquot;thing of evil
prophet still, if bird or devil
by that heaven that bend above us
by that god we both ignore
tell this soul with sorrow laden
willful and destructive intent
how had lapsed a pure heart lady
to the greediest of needs
sweaty arrogant dickless liar
who ascribed to nothing higher
than a jab from prick to needle
straight to betrayal and disgrace
the conscience showing not a trace.andquot;
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
andquot;be that word our sign of parting
bird or fiend,andquot; i yelled upstarting
andquot;get thee back into the tempest
into the smoke filled bottleand's shore
leave no black plume as a token
of the slime thy soul hath spoken
leave my loneliness unbroken
quit as those have quit before
take the talon from my heart
and see that i can care no more
whatever mattered came before
i vanish with the dead lenore.andquot;
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
But the raven, never flitting
still is sitting silent sitting
above a painting silent painting
of the forever silenced whore
and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demonand's that is dreaming
and the lamplight over him
streaming throws his shadow to the floor
i love she who hates me more
i love she who hates me more
and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow
nevermore
Érase una noche triste
Mientras meditaba, débil y cansado
en más de un viejo y raro
volumen de olvidada ciencia
Mientras cabeceaba, casi dormido
de repente vino una toma
como si alguien muy suavemente tocaran
llamando a la puerta de mi habitación
andquot; and'tis algún visitante, andquot; murmuré
andquot; tocando a mi puerta
sólo esto y more.andquot nada;
Murmurando me levanté débilmente
Siempre iand've tenía problemas para dormir
tropezando en posición vertical mientras mi mente
pensamientos furtivos que fluye una vez más,
i, existe la esperanza de una salida del sol
la felicidad sería una sorpresa
la soledad ya no es un premio
llamando a la puerta de mi habitación
la búsqueda de la perforación inteligentes
perdida en los sueños para siempre
sólo que esta nada y más
Al pasar por mi pulso se aceleraba
tabaco rancio sabor de mi boca
whisky sentado sobre mi cuenca
restos de la noche anterior
llegó de nuevo
golpecitos en la puerta infernal
golpeando en mi mente
es que dentro o fuera de rap
llamando a mí una vez más
el ajuste y la furia de Lenore
Aquí ya sin nombre para siempre
Y la triste seda incierta
susurro de las cortinas rojas
encantados de mí, me llenó de
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Lou Reed
The Raven
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary
as i pondered, weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious
volume of forgotten lore
while i nodded, nearly napping
suddenly there came a tapping
as of some one gently rapping
rapping at my chamber door
andquot;and'tis some visitor,andquot; i muttered
andquot;tapping at my chamber door
only this and nothing more.andquot;
Muttering i got up weakly
always iand've had trouble sleeping
stumbling upright my mind racing
furtive thoughts flowing once more
i, there hoping for some sunrise
happiness would be a surprise
loneliness no longer a prize
rapping at my chamber door
seeking out the clever bore
lost in dreams forever more
only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
stale tobacco my lips tasting
scotch sitting upon my basin
remnants of the night before
came again
infernal tapping on the door
in my mind jabbing
is it in or outside rapping
calling out to me once more
the fit and fury of lenore
nameless here forever more
And the silken sad uncertain
rustling of the purple curtain
thrilled me, filled me
with fantastic terrors never felt before
so that now, oh wind, stood breathing
hoping yet to calm my breathing
andquot;and'tis some visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
some lost visitor entreating
entrance at my chamber door
this it is, and nothing more.andquot;
Deep into the darkness peering
long i stood there
wondering fearing
doubting dreaming fantasies
no mortal dared to dream before
but the silence was unbroken
and the stillness gave no token
and the only word there spoken
was the whispered name, andquot;lenore.andquot;
this i thought
and out loud whispered from my lips
the foul name festered
echoing itself
merely this, and nothing more
Back into my chamber turning
every nerve within me burning
when once again i heard a tapping
somewhat louder than before
andquot;surely,andquot; said i
surely that is something at my iron staircase
open the door to see what threat is
open the window, free the shutters
let us this mystery explore
oh, bursting heart be still this once
and let this mystery explore
it is the wind and nothing more
Just one epithet i muttered as inside
i gagged and shuddered
when with manly flirt and flutter
in there flew a stately raven
sleek and ravenous as any foe
not the least obeisance made he
not a minutes gesture towards me
of recognition or politeness
but perched above my chamber door
this fowl and salivating visage
insinuating with its knowledge
perched above my chamber door
silent sat and staring
nothing more
Askance, askew
the selfand's sad fancy smiles at you i swear
at this savage viscous countenance it wears
though you show here shorn and shaven
and i admit myself forlorn and craven
ghastly grim and ancient raven
wandering from the opiate shores
tell me what thy lordly name is
that you are not nightmare sewage
some dire powder drink or inhalation
framed from flames of downtown lore
quotes the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
And the raven sitting lonely
staring sickly at my male sex only
that one word
as if his soul in that one word
he did outpour, andquot;pathetic.andquot;
nothing farther than he uttered
not a feather then he fluttered
till finally was i that muttered as i stared
dully at the floor
andquot;other friends have flown and left me
flown as each and every hope has flown before
as you no doubt will fore the morrow.andquot;
but the bird said, andquot;never, more.andquot;
Then i felt the air grow denser
perfumed from some unseen incense
as though accepting angelic intrusion
when in fact i felt collusion
before the guise of false memories respite
respite through the haze of cocaineand's glory
i smoke and smoke the blue vialand's glory
to forget
at once
the base lenore
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
andquot;prophet,andquot; said i, andquot;thing of evil
prophet still, if bird or devil
by that heaven that bend above us
by that god we both ignore
tell this soul with sorrow laden
willful and destructive intent
how had lapsed a pure heart lady
to the greediest of needs
sweaty arrogant dickless liar
who ascribed to nothing higher
than a jab from prick to needle
straight to betrayal and disgrace
the conscience showing not a trace.andquot;
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
andquot;be that word our sign of parting
bird or fiend,andquot; i yelled upstarting
andquot;get thee back into the tempest
into the smoke filled bottleand's shore
leave no black plume as a token
of the slime thy soul hath spoken
leave my loneliness unbroken
quit as those have quit before
take the talon from my heart
and see that i can care no more
whatever mattered came before
i vanish with the dead lenore.andquot;
quoth the raven, andquot;nevermore.andquot;
But the raven, never flitting
still is sitting silent sitting
above a painting silent painting
of the forever silenced whore
and his eyes have all the seeming
of a demonand's that is dreaming
and the lamplight over him
streaming throws his shadow to the floor
i love she who hates me more
i love she who hates me more
and my soul shall not be lifted from that shadow
nevermore
Lou Reed
El Cuervo
El Cuervo
Érase una noche triste
Mientras meditaba, débil y cansado
en más de un viejo y raro
volumen de olvidada ciencia
Mientras cabeceaba, casi dormido
de repente vino una toma
como si alguien muy suavemente tocaran
llamando a la puerta de mi habitación
andquot; and'tis algún visitante, andquot; murmuré
andquot; tocando a mi puerta
sólo esto y more.andquot nada;
Murmurando me levanté débilmente
Siempre iand've tenía problemas para dormir
tropezando en posición vertical mientras mi mente
pensamientos furtivos que fluye una vez más,
i, existe la esperanza de una salida del sol
la felicidad sería una sorpresa
la soledad ya no es un premio
llamando a la puerta de mi habitación
la búsqueda de la perforación inteligentes
perdida en los sueños para siempre
sólo que esta nada y más
Al pasar por mi pulso se aceleraba
tabaco rancio sabor de mi boca
whisky sentado sobre mi cuenca
restos de la noche anterior
llegó de nuevo
golpecitos en la puerta infernal
golpeando en mi mente
es que dentro o fuera de rap
llamando a mí una vez más
el ajuste y la furia de Lenore
Aquí ya sin nombre para siempre
Y la triste seda incierta
susurro de las cortinas rojas
encantados de mí, me llenó de
w
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
