Lyrics Lou Reed – Imp Of The Perverse

Teacher:
Death by a visitation from God
Death by a visitation from God

Student:

Teacher:
Things material and spiritual

Student:
Maternal

Teacher:
can be heavy

Student:
Suffocating

Teacher:
There are seven iron lamps
which illumine our senses

Student:
Seven knives

Teacher:
Seven iron lamps to illumine our senses
and seven bells to celebrate the resurrection

Student:
Two marble balls in a sack
one long and slender candle
one mouth
two reckonings
Consternation and treachery

Teacher:
Are you listening
Are you listening to me

Student:
I am shadow

Teacher:
Seven iron lamps
seven oboes
two small balls
and one tiny candle

Student:
Tiny candle

Teacher:
One pathetic flame
embers dying

Student:
Dying

Teacher:
Five creatures from the monolith
seven whispers from the catacombs
five and seven numbing mumbling speeches
Are you listening

Student:
I am drawn to do what I should not

Teacher:
Guilty, guilty, guilty guilty
no, no, never never no
seven mornings
thirteen moons
five wolves
one silk spread morning
seven bells for seven senses
each one lusting lusting

Student:
Guiltily

Teacher:
Two milk fed glands ripe and red tipped
Are you listening my little mouse
Each sense ripped from its bodice
each gland primed to its overflow
Do you hear me my little mouse man
Do you hear me little cock

Student:
Semen

Teacher:
Are you listening
My little tumescence smear

Student:
Ligeia
I stand on the edge and am drawn to it
Guilt
I am shadow