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+more_label: Lyrics  
+  
+--more  
+  
+[Verse 1]  
+Each careful note let Bach anoint,  
+A world tuned tight with sacred laws.  
+Voices spun in counterpoint,  
+Where every note obeys a cause.  
+The harpsichord sang in silver tones,  
+A lattice built from holy bones.  
+  
+[Verse 2]  
+Prodigy afire in powdered curls,  
+Wolfie plays with laughter in a gilded hall.  
+Grace in balance, dance and twirl,  
+Let logic dance and never fall.  
+The forte-piano, light and clear,  
+A softer voice, yet drawing near.  
+  
+[Chorus]  
+Ludwig Van stood with arms held high,  
+But could not hear the sky reply.  
+Vienna roared, but he heard none...  
+The birth of joy, the death of one.  
+On May the Seventh, Eighteen-Twenty-Four,  
+He cracked the gate, and changed the score.  
+Too much, too soon; too fierce to frame.  
+  
+[Verse 3  
+Beethoven's storms tore new forms of tone.  
+A titan unchained the bonds of fate.  
+Thunder in the rhythm’s bones,  
+He built a world too vast to sate.  
+The piano groaned and shook the floor,  
+Hammers breaking heaven’s door.  
+  
+[Verse 4]  
+Iron frame strong strings of steel,  
+Twelve Tone Equal Temperament.  
+From velvet rooms to foundry bells,  
+The piano's strength became immense.  
+The sacred softened into steam,  
+A scream beneath the engine's dream.  
+  
+[Bridge]  
+What breaks when progress breaks the form?  
+What stirs in silence after storm?  
+Each age rejects what came before;  
+Then steals its bones and calls it lore.  
+Bach  
+Mozart  
+Beethoven  
+Ghosts: each stranger in their time.  
+  
+O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!  
+Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen,  
+und freudenvollere.  
+Freude!  
+Freude!  
+Freude, schöner Götterfunken  
+Tochter aus Elysium,  
+Wir betreten feuertrunken,  
+Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!  
+Deine Zauber binden wieder  
+Was die Mode streng geteilt;  
+Alle Menschen werden Brüder,  
+Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt!  
+--more