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jonathan christenson - edgar met elmira كلمات أغنية

[player 1] (spoken)
elmira?

[player 1 and edgar]
it’s edgar…

[edgar]
edgar allan poe?

[elmira]
i know who you are

[edgar]
right. well—
i just wanted to say h_llo!
right. well. i suppose i’ll be going then
i’ll see you at school

[elmira]
i’ve seen you here before

[edgar]
you have?

[elmira]
yes. i have
it’s nice here. isn’t it?
[edgar]
yes. it is

[elmira]
calm

[edgar]
yes

[elmira]
and comforting…

[edgar]
yes

[elmira]
i could stay here for hours

[edgar]
so could i

[elmira]
my mother is buried here. right over there

[edgar]
i know. i’m sorry
[elmira]
it’s all right. she died when i was just little
i can barely remember her

[edgar]
can i stay with you?

[elmira]
if you’d like

[edgar]
i would

[elmira]
it’s a free country
hey, edgar…

have you heard of the woman they buried alive?
her name was ann carter lee—
they say she and her husband loved with a love
that was greater than any you’ll see

[ann carter lee & her husband]
aaaah!

[elmira]
she developed, they say, a peculiar disease
a sleeping aberration
which meant that her body just shut itself down
in a strange sort of hibernation
with no breath—so it seemed—for three long days
her husband concluded she’d died
so he placed her corpse in the family crypt
and locked her up inside

two days later, they say, poor ann carter lee
awoke to quite a sight—
two ancient, rotting corpses
to her left and to her right

trembling in terror she leapt from the shelf
and threw herself onto the floor
and she shook with an uncontrollable dread
as she crawled toward the door

where she shouted and cried ’til her throat was raw
and her eyes were swollen and red
and she clawed her fingers down to the bone
and pounded her fists ’til they bled

(ann carter lee lets out a shriek of terror, followed by a rush of air.)

[elmira]
but sadly for ann carter lee, no one came—
or if anyone heard her, they’d fled—
for who do you know that would stay in a graveyard
that’s filled with the cries of the dead?

and so, five years on, when her husband died
and they opened the crypt once more
they say that the corpse of poor anne carter lee
was found clutching its merciless door

(ann carter lee lets out another final blood_curdling scream.)

[elmira & edgar]
mmmmmm!

[player 3] (sung)
edgar met elmira
when he was just fifteen
he thought that she was by far the most beautiful
creature that he’d ever seen

it wasn’t just her jet black hair
the thought of which made his heart race
nor her ghostly complexion, although he
broke out in a sweat at the sight of her face

[player 3] and (players 1, 2, 4, 5)
it wasn’t just her crimson lips (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
which inspired him to mumble or blubber (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
nor was it her eyes, which when they met his (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
made his knees turn as wobbly as rubber (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)

what more than all of these things combined (what, all, things combined)
inspired these thrilling sensations (inspired thrilling new sensations)
was the way that the two of them
shared the same strange and morbid preoccupations

at school, elmira seemed content (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
to spend her time alone (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
edgar thought she seemed older or wiser somehow (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)
than anyone else he had known (ooh, ooh, ah, ah)

for a week, every day, he followed her home (week, day, followed home)
and each day was the same as before (day, same, as before)
she would stop at the cemet’ry next to st. john’s
where she’d stay for an hour or more

there she’d stand in the shade of a tulip tree (stand, shade, tulip tree)
a gentle breeze cooling the air (gentle breeze in the air)
and sending its blossoms falling like snow
upon her jet_black hair

[elmira] (spoken)
you should draw a picture—

[edgar]
sorry
i didn’t mean to stare—

[elmira]
why don’t you draw a picture of me?

[player 3]
she said
as she tossed her long black hair

[player 3] and (players 1, 2, 4, 5) (sung)
so ev’ry friday afternoon (ev’ry friday afternoon)
beneath that tree they met (beneath that tree where they met)
and while edgar drew elmira, she told him of
things he would never forget

[player 3 with players 1, 2, 4, 5, and (elmira)] and (edgar)
there she’d (i’d) stand in the shade of a tulip tree (it wasn’t just her jet_black hair)
a gentle breeze cooling the air (the thought of which made my heart race)
and sending its blossoms falling like snow (nor her ghostly complexion, although i broke out)
upon her (my) jet_black hair (in a sweat at the sight of her face)

[player 3] (spoken)
at the end of the year, edgar knew he must leave
for college to earn his degree
he and jock allan on this, at least
did completely agree. and so…

[player 3] (sung)
edgar dreamed of ivory towers
of hallowed halls where blissful hours
without end he would spend
reading verse—his truest friend
how, as he would, his heart would mend
his soul transcend, his star ascend

[players 1, 2, and 3]
yes, as he would, his heart would mend
his soul transcend, his star ascend
yes

[players 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6] and (edgar)
as he would, his heart would mend (and poetry shall fill my soul)
his soul transcend, his star ascend (with beauty which is hope)

yes, as he would, his heart would mend (yes, poetry shall fill my soul)
his soul transcend, his star ascend (with beauty which is hope)

oh, as he would, his heart would mend (oh, poetry shall fill my soul)
his soul transcend, his star ascend (with beauty which is hope)

[jock] (spoken)
edgar!

[player 3]
jock allan, ever the pragmatist
saw only a means to an end

[jock]
a degree in the liberal arts can help
in your hopes of advancement, sonny!
i’ll agree to this degree—
just don’t waste your time—or my money!

[player 3]
and so
as those wonderful afternoons with elmira
drew to their dreaded conclusion
edgar tried to pretend they’d not end—
though he knew it was just an illusion

before he departed they met one last time
beneath that tulip tree
and to write each other every week
the two faithful friends did agree

they vowed they would love until the day
together they, one day, were buried
and they secretly engaged themselves
upon his return to be married

elmira’s papa did not like young edgar
didn’t care for her choice of friend—
and he was determined that edgar’s departure
would bring their strange bond to an end

[edgar]
wait!

[elmira]
don’t forget to write…

[player 3]
the number of weeks that edgar was gone
came to forty_four
and during that time he wrote to elmira
a letter a week—sometimes more

of the fifty_two letters he faithfully sent
every day from the day they said goodbye
and vowed to write every week, he recieved…
not a single one in reply

- jonathan christenson

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