The Fall Of The House Of Usher: Pavane (1987 Remix)

[Part I: Prelude]

[Spoken: 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;

The dead, are but for a moment, motionless

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[Part II: Arrival]

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[Part III: Intermezzo]

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[Part IV: Pavane]

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[Part V: Fall]

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