The Great Conversation

"Guten Abend, Herr Beethoven"
With these words I've interwoven inspiration from moonlight
Since you parted much has changed
But your melodies remain like flamingos in full flight

Please forgive me and be assured
I'm only using all your chords to illustrate that nothing's ever new
But it seems these days there's very little left
That people have to say as they pay for emperor's new clothes

But I refuse to take my hat to an era near extinction
Without question or complaint
The dialog is growing weak
Some forgetting how to speak or stand up and show restraint

They're all sick with common sense, riddled thick with complacence
Where there's nothing left to push against
So dear Ludwig, that is why I choose the great gig in the sky
Where there are greater minds beyond mine

And I'll meet them all, yes, I'll meet you all
In the great conversation, without time, without reason
I'll meet you all, yes, I'll meet you all
In the great conversation where time has no place, no, no

Is it me or has humanity turned slave
To the convenience of this so called Techno Age?
I speak to you, Ludwig because you represent
A time so opposite when music filled the page

For example, this song here may be too much to please the ear
Because it's wordy and demonstrative
But my might is not to entertain the plight of human thought
Though some may think I ought to

Well, I'll meet them all, yes, I'll meet you all
In the great conversation, without time, without reason
I'll meet you all, yes, I'll meet you all
In the great conversation where time has no place, no, no

Dare I say, as a landscape fades to gray
That a sword of Damocles hangs heavy overhead
Of all our voices great

Well, I'll meet them all, yes, I'll meet you all
In the great conversation without time, without reason
I'll meet you all in the great conversation
Where time has no place, no, no