The Fall of the House of Usher, 1960

Through twisted trees the wind blows cold
This crawling haze it fills my soul
And I’m looking down

Wicked blood through wicked veins
This blackened ground it knows my name
And I’m looking down

I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
Break, break, break

Born to be what I’ve become
Sins of fathers, sins of sons
The time is almost come

Sins beyond what can be saved
The walls have cracked beneath the weight
The time is almost come

And I say break, break, break
Break, break, break
O bury me beneath these stones
A fallen name in a fallen home
Break, break, break

Dracula, 1931

It’s an old, old world
And a dead one, a dead one to me
They’re cold, cold nights
Laid out, laid out at my feet

O forever is not what it seemed
A collection of dry centuries
O lost to my wearisome fate
I’m the one thing that I can’t escape

It’s a strong, strong need
That burns, it burns in my chest
These long, long years
Since I, since I knew rest

O forever is not what it seemed
A collection of dry centuries
O lost to my wearisome fate
I’m the one thing that I can’t escape

Ed Wood, 1994

I see visions
Nobody else can see
But I know the way
It makes people look at me

It’s a hard road
But I got friends and we believe
It’s a hard road
But why spend your life making someone else’s dreams?

I hear voices
Nobody else perceives
And I know the way
It leaves people whispering

It’s a hard road
A long and lonely slog
It’s a hard road
But why spend your life singing someone else’s songs?

I know reasons
Nobody else can guess
And I know the way
I’m different than the rest

It’s a hard road
Of rejections and betrayals
It’s a hard road
But why spend your life telling someone else’s tales?

A falling star is still a thing of beauty, and
All our scars simply tell our stories
To the next soul to lend an ear
To the next soul to lend an ear