Guten Abend, Herr Beethoven With these words I've interwoven inspiration from Moonlight Since you parted much has changed but your melodies remain Like flamingos in full flight Please forgive me and be assured I'm only using all your chords To illustrate that nothing's ever new But it seems these days there's very little left that people have to say As they pay for emperor's new clothes
But I refuse to take my hat to an era near extinction Without question or complaint The dialogue is growing weak, some forgetting how to speak, Or stand up and show restraint They're all sick with common sense Riddled thick with complacence Where there's nothing left to push against
So, dear Ludwig, that is why I choose the great gig in the sky Where there are greater minds beyond mine
And I'll meet them all Yes, I'll meet you all In the great conversation Without time, without reason
I'll meet you all Yes, I'll meet you all In the great conversation Where time has no place, no, no
Is it me, or has humanity turned slave to the convenience Of this, so called, 'Techno Age'? I speak to you, Ludwig, because you represent a time so opposite, When music filled the page For example: this song here may be too much to please the ear Because it's wordy and demonstrative, But my might is not to entertain the plight of human thought, Though some may think I ought to
Well I'll meet them all Yes, I'll meet you all In the great conversation Without time, without reason
I'll meet you all Yes, I'll meet you all In the great conversation Where time has no place, no, no
Dare I say, as a landscape fades to grey That a sword of Damocles hangs heavy overhead Of all our voices great.
Well I'll meet them all Yes, I'll meet you all In the great conversation Without time, without reason
I'll meet you all In the great conversation Where time has no place, no, no