give me beethoven

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!