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