Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Wild Being from Birth, artist - Lou Reed. Album song The Sire Years: Complete Albums Box, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
A Wild Being from Birth |
Rowena: |
A wild being from birth |
My spirit spurns control |
Wondering the wide earth searching for my soul |
While all the world is chiding |
In visions of the dark night |
I have had a waking dream |
A holy dream |
A holy dream |
A waking dream of life and light |
That cheered me as a lovely beam |
A lonely spirit guiding |
With a ray turned back upon the past |
While I aghast |
Sit motionless through the misty night |
Dimly peering at what once shone bright |
Peeking wariy at what shone afar |
What could there be more purely bright |
In Truth’s day-star? |
Poe: |
In the consideration of the faculties |
And impulses of the human soul |
In consideration of our arrogance |
Our radical, primitive, irreducible arrogance of reason |
We have all overlooked the propensity |
We saw no need for it The paradoxical something which we may call perverseness |
A mobile without motive |
Through its promptings, we act without comprehensible object |
Induction would have brought phrenology to admit this |
We act for the reason we should not |
For certain minds this is absolutely irresistible |
The conviction of the wrong or impolicy of an action |
Is often the unconquerable force |
It is a primitive impulse |
Elementary |
The overwhelming tendency to do Wrong for the wrong’s sake |
This impels us to its persecutions |
Oh holy dream |
We persist in acts |
Because we feel that we should not persist in them |
This is the combativeness of phrenology |
Rowena: |
We have a task before us which must be speedily performed |
We know it will be ruinous to delay |
Trumpet-tongued, the important crisis of our life calls |
We glow |
Poe: |
We are consumed with eagerness to commence work |
Yet a shadow flits across the brain |
The impulse increases to a wish |
The wish to a desire |
The desire to uncontrollable longing |
And the longing in defiance of all consequences is indulged |
We put off all until tomorrow |
Rowena: |
We tremble with the violence of the conflict within us The definite with the indefinite |
The substance with the shadow |
There is no answer except that we feel perverse |
The shadow prevails |
Our energy returns |
We will commit now |
We will labor now |
Oh holiest of dreams |
But it is too late |
We stand upon the brink of the precipice |
Poe: |
We grow sick and dizzy |
We go to shrink from danger but instead we approach it We are intoxicated by the mere idea |
Of a fall from such a great height |
This fall, this rushing annihilation |
For the very reason |
It contains the most loathsome and ghastly images |
Of death and suffering |
For this reason do we now most impetuously desire it There is no passion in nature |
So demonic as the passion of him who |
Shuddering upon the edge, meditates a plunge |
We will these actions merely |
Because we feel that we should not |
Having realized this, I swoon |
It is the spirit of the perverse |
The idea of a poison candle struck my fancy |
And I procured one for my victim |
I will not vex you with impertinent details |
But suffice it to say the verdict was |
«Death by the visitation of God» |
Rowena: |
All went well for me Poe: |
All went well for me Rowena: |
His estate inherited |
I reveled in absolute security |
I would never be found out |
I was safe |
I was safe |
If I did not prove fool enough to make open confession |
Poe: |
If I did not prove fool enough to make public confession |
No sooner had I uttered those words |
Than I felt an icy chill creep into my heart |
I made a strong effort |
To shake off this nightmare of the soul |
I laughed |
I whistled |
I walked and then walked faster |
I thought I saw a formless shape approaching me from behind |
And then I ran |
I pushed and shoved blindly |
I thought I left a hand upon my throat |
No mortal hand |
I screamed |
And then clearly, clearly |
I enunciated pregnant sentences |
That consigned me to the hangman and the hell |
The fullest judicial conviction |
Today I wear chains but tomorrow I shall be fetterless |
But where? |
Oh holy dream |
Oh beam of light |
I fall prostrate with excitement this holy night |