[intro vocals - spoken word] my boy edgar allan poe going to lay down a flow [fast passionite rap] Once upon a midnight dreary, while 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. ’tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.” [prechorus] And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor [chorus hook] Lenore, Lenore — Is there, is there Lenore? Nevermore, nevermore — Quoth the Raven, nevermore.
