The Great Conversation

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

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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

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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

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So, dear Ludwig, that is why I choose the great gig in the sky

Where there are greater minds beyond mine

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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

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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

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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

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Dare I say, as a landscape fades to grey

That a sword of Damocles hangs heavy overhead

Of all our voices great.

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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

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