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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 Songtexte 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! Aus Songtexte Mania