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Beethoven - Rondo In C.gp3
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Give me Beethoven, give me some air...
Give me Beethoven...
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Fasten your seatbelts hold your breath
I don't wanna think about watery graves
Blow me away on the turbulent waves
Earphone chatline to the creator
Keep this plane up a few hours later
The C-60 cycles the number five
Across the air as we wave goodbye
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
To having any destiny control
A new sense of fear with a love of the old
Being able to gain from a shaking plane
A proximity to death and maybe living again
In musical form!
Unconsidered before!
Well that's quite a lofty ambition kid
To be shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did!
Shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did!
Shaking up the aerospine
But while the neighbours, unattached
To Ludwig Van, were unrelaxed
By thoughts of turbulence making cracks
In their temporary home - temporary home
Me! I was gone... despatched - despatched
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
To the flights of fancy nightmare edged
That grasping strings, leap from the ledge
And punctuating air with fists
Like orchestrated masochists
Cry "Freedom from all rational fear!"
And hit the waves prepared to dive
For what goes reaching down as deep
As that which takes us all so high?
So high - so high - high
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Give me Beethoven, give me some air...
Give me Beethoven...
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
Fasten your seatbelts hold your breath
I don't wanna think about watery graves
Blow me away on the turbulent waves
Earphone chatline to the creator
Keep this plane up a few hours later
The C-60 cycles the number five
Across the air as we wave goodbye
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
To having any destiny control
A new sense of fear with a love of the old
Being able to gain from a shaking plane
A proximity to death and maybe living again
In musical form!
Unconsidered before!
Well that's quite a lofty ambition kid
To be shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did!
Shaking up the aerospine like Ludwig did!
Shaking up the aerospine
But while the neighbours, unattached
To Ludwig Van, were unrelaxed
By thoughts of turbulence making cracks
In their temporary home - temporary home
Me! I was gone... despatched - despatched
Give me Beethoven or give me death!
To the flights of fancy nightmare edged
That grasping strings, leap from the ledge
And punctuating air with fists
Like orchestrated masochists
Cry "Freedom from all rational fear!"
And hit the waves prepared to dive
For what goes reaching down as deep
As that which takes us all so high?
So high - so high - high
Give me Beethoven or give me death!