From b473a639880b05c2cfda030979a4abc4bf7f2e29 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: St33v Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2026 15:10:51 +1100 Subject: flatten artists, i.e. remove un-needed st33vRecords/ dir --- st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno | 69 ---------------------- 1 file changed, 69 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno (limited to 'st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte') diff --git a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno b/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno deleted file mode 100644 index dd8053c..0000000 --- a/st33vRecords/st33vTM/endOfMusic/mayForte/track.eno +++ /dev/null @@ -1,69 +0,0 @@ -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 -- cgit v1.3