Shane Koyczan - Beethoven lyrics
[Shane Koyczan - Beethoven lyrics]
Listen his father
Made a habit out of hitting him
See some men drink
Some men yell some men hit their children
This man did it all
Because I guess all men want their boys
To be geniuses beethoven
Little boy living in a house
Where a name meant nothing living in a house
Where mercy had to be earned
Through each perfect note
Tumbling up through the roof
To tickle the toes of angels whose harps
Couldn’t hold half the passion
That was held in the hands of a young boy
Who was hard of hearing beethoven
Who heard his father’s anthem
Every time he put finger to ivory
It was not good enough so he played slowly
Not good enough so he played softly
Not good enough so he played strongly
And when he could play no more
When his fingers cramped up
Into the gnarled roots of tree trunks it was
Not good enough beethoven
A musician without his most precious tool
His eardrums
Could no longer pound out rhythms
For the symphonies playing in his mind
He couldn’t hear the audiences clapping
Couldn’t hear the people loving him
Couldn’t hear the women in
The front row whispering beethoven
As they let the music
Invade their nervous system
Like an armada marching through
Firing cannonballs
Detonating every molecule in their bodies
Into explosions of heavenly sensation
Each note leaving track marks
Over every inch of their bodies
Making them ache for one more hit
He was an addiction and kings
Queens it didn’t matter
The man got down on his knees for no one
But amputated the legs of his piano
So he could feel the vibrations
Through the floor
The man got down on his knees for music
And when the orchestra played his symphonies
It was the echoes of his father’s anthem
Repeating it'self
Like a brok-broken recor-brok-broken record
It was not good enough
So they played slowly not good enough
So they played softly not good enough
So they played strongly not good enough
So they tried to mock the man
Make fun of the madness
By mimicking the movements
Holding their bows
A quarter of an inch above the strings
Not making a sound it was perfect see
The deaf have an intimacy with silence
It’s there in their dreams
And the musicians turned to one another
Not knowing what to make of the man
Trying to calculate
The distance between madness and genius
Realizing that Beethoven’s
Musical measurements
Could take you to distances
Reaching past the towers of Babylon
Turning solar systems into symbols
That crashed together
Causing comets to collide
Creating crescendos that were so loud
They shook the constellations
Until the stars began to fall from the sky
And it looked like the entire universe
Had begun to cry
Distance must be an illusion the man must be
A genius beethoven
His thoughts moving at the speed of sound
Transforming emotion into music
And for a moment it was like joy
Was a tangible thing like you could touch it
Like for the first time
We could watch love and hate dance together
In a waltz of such precision and beauty
That we finally understood
The history wasn’t important to know the man
All we ever had to do was listen
Made a habit out of hitting him
See some men drink
Some men yell some men hit their children
This man did it all
Because I guess all men want their boys
To be geniuses beethoven
Little boy living in a house
Where a name meant nothing living in a house
Where mercy had to be earned
Through each perfect note
Tumbling up through the roof
To tickle the toes of angels whose harps
Couldn’t hold half the passion
That was held in the hands of a young boy
Who was hard of hearing beethoven
Who heard his father’s anthem
Every time he put finger to ivory
It was not good enough so he played slowly
Not good enough so he played softly
Not good enough so he played strongly
And when he could play no more
When his fingers cramped up
Into the gnarled roots of tree trunks it was
Not good enough beethoven
A musician without his most precious tool
His eardrums
Could no longer pound out rhythms
For the symphonies playing in his mind
He couldn’t hear the audiences clapping
Couldn’t hear the people loving him
Couldn’t hear the women in
The front row whispering beethoven
As they let the music
Invade their nervous system
Like an armada marching through
Firing cannonballs
Detonating every molecule in their bodies
Into explosions of heavenly sensation
Each note leaving track marks
Over every inch of their bodies
Making them ache for one more hit
He was an addiction and kings
Queens it didn’t matter
The man got down on his knees for no one
But amputated the legs of his piano
So he could feel the vibrations
Through the floor
The man got down on his knees for music
And when the orchestra played his symphonies
It was the echoes of his father’s anthem
Repeating it'self
Like a brok-broken recor-brok-broken record
It was not good enough
So they played slowly not good enough
So they played softly not good enough
So they played strongly not good enough
So they tried to mock the man
Make fun of the madness
By mimicking the movements
Holding their bows
A quarter of an inch above the strings
Not making a sound it was perfect see
The deaf have an intimacy with silence
It’s there in their dreams
And the musicians turned to one another
Not knowing what to make of the man
Trying to calculate
The distance between madness and genius
Realizing that Beethoven’s
Musical measurements
Could take you to distances
Reaching past the towers of Babylon
Turning solar systems into symbols
That crashed together
Causing comets to collide
Creating crescendos that were so loud
They shook the constellations
Until the stars began to fall from the sky
And it looked like the entire universe
Had begun to cry
Distance must be an illusion the man must be
A genius beethoven
His thoughts moving at the speed of sound
Transforming emotion into music
And for a moment it was like joy
Was a tangible thing like you could touch it
Like for the first time
We could watch love and hate dance together
In a waltz of such precision and beauty
That we finally understood
The history wasn’t important to know the man
All we ever had to do was listen