Beethoven's Nightmare ベートーベンズ・ナイトメア ベートーベンの悪夢 (Bētōben no Akumu) (Full Kanji, Unofficial) | |
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Appears On | Astronomy |
Track | 7 |
Length | ???? |
Written By | Music: Mörck, Holmlid - Lyrics: Mörck |
Preceded By | The Book of Shadows Part IV: The Scrolls of Geometria Divina |
Followed By | Too Late for Sorrow |
Beethoven's Nightmare is the seventh track of Dragonland's fourth full-length album, Astronomy.
Lyrics[]
Astronomy[]
Booklet Lyrics[]
- "As light rain fell over Vienna and its curiously amiable baroque facades, a somewhat gangly figure strode over the well-traversed streets, seemingly without destination or determination. The year was 1792, and Vienna had just started to recover from the appalling shock caused by the death of their grown-up prodigy, W.A. Mozart, the year before. But as one God in the pantheon of creative virtuosi fell from sanctity, another one ascended to his throne, but just like his predecessor he would not be absolved from disconcerting strife throughout his life.
While walking through those oddly angled streets he soon found himself outside an antiquated house, brownish in colour and very acutely in contrast to the beautiful marmoreal neighbouring houses. Rathausgasse 17, it was indeed the correct address, and with a slight frown the young man pulled open the decayed door.
There was no time for any impediment, for he knew that a full piano sonata had to be delivered to the Archduke Rudolph in merely three days time, an almost infeasible enterprise. But the young man routinely prepared himself for the task by covering the diminutive windows, to shut out the remaining evening light, and instantly entered a fevered state of composing.<br\>The only source of illumination was the candle-light hauntingly climbing up the wall. However, still exhausted from the long trip from his birthplace in Bonn, the young man fell asleep and dreamt calamitous dreams of the future, and the most daemoniacal fate a composer could ever imagine.<br\>But this nightmare was partly real, for only weeks before he had felt the first symptoms of a deteriorating sense of hearing..."
Twilight, candlelit walls
A strong crescendo
highlights the lonely calls
from my piano
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why, why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
conducting a nightmare
The symphony of a tragedy
So great it devours me
These notes are just fantasy
Perpetual dream
won't let go of me
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could open my mind
Moonlight, make me conceive
a slow sonata
Midnight, the dead will grieve
to this dark cantata
The detestable dance to my score
They hear my cries
Your guidance I implore
See my hands
constructing a nightmare
The symphony of a universe
So vast it devours me
These nights are just fantasy
Celestial beam,
help me to see
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could open my mind
Solo: Mörck
Solo: Magnunsson
Into a unending sorrow
A festival of horror
An orchestra of the undead
So bright, my destiny was
Golden future
Inside shadows amass
Nocturnal rapture
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
conducting a nightmare
The beauty of a melody
Is all that inspires me
to write my last symphony
Perpetual dream
never lets go of me
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could have opened my mind
Normal Lyrics[]
- "As light rain fell over Vienna and its curiously amiable baroque facades, a somewhat gangly figure strode over the well-traversed streets, seemingly without destination or determination. The year was 1792, and Vienna had just started to recover from the appalling shock caused by the death of their grown-up prodigy, W.A. Mozart, the year before. But as one God in the pantheon of creative virtuosi fell from sanctity, another one ascended to his throne, but just like his predecessor he would not be absolved from disconcerting strife throughout his life.
While walking through those oddly angled streets he soon found himself outside an antiquated house, brownish in colour and very acutely in contrast to the beautiful marmoreal neighbouring houses. Rathausgasse 17, it was indeed the correct address, and with a slight frown the young man pulled open the decayed door.
There was no time for any impediment, for he knew that a full piano sonata had to be delivered to the Archduke Rudolph in merely three days time, an almost infeasible enterprise. But the young man routinely prepared himself for the task by covering the diminutive windows, to shut out the remaining evening light, and instantly entered a fevered state of composing.<br\>The only source of illumination was the candle-light hauntingly climbing up the wall. However, still exhausted from the long trip from his birthplace in Bonn, the young man fell asleep and dreamt calamitous dreams of the future, and the most daemoniacal fate a composer could ever imagine.<br\>But this nightmare was partly real, for only weeks before he had felt the first symptoms of a deteriorating sense of hearing..."
Twilight, candlelit walls
A strong crescendo
highlights the lonely calls
from my piano
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why, why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
conducting a nightmare
The symphony of a tragedy
So great it devours me
These notes are just fantasy
Perpetual dream
won't let go of me
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could open my mind
Piano riff à la Beethoven
Moonlight, make me conceive
a slow sonata
Midnight, the dead will grieve
to this dark cantata
_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid
_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid
_____ Nils-Arne Holmlid
The detestable dance to my score
They hear my cries
Your guidance I implore
See my hands
constructing a nightmare
The symphony of a universe
So vast it devours me
These nights are just fantasy
Celestial beam,
help me to see
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could open my mind
Solo: Mörck
Piano solo a la Beethoven
Solo: Magnunsson
Into unending sorrow
A festival of horror
An orchestra of the undead
So bright, my destiny was
Golden future
Inside shadows amass
Nocturnal rapture
Melody, come to me
Sing your silent voice
Remedy my envy
Bring me one last choice
Why can't you bring me to find
To hear your sound
No wayfarer is blind
See my hands
conducting a nightmare
The beauty of a melody
Is all that inspires me
to write my last symphony
Perpetual dream
never lets go of me
I struggle to live
without the notion of a sound
that could have opened my mind
Casting[]
Lineup[]
- Jonas Heidgert - vocals, additional drums
- Olof Mörck - Guitars (lead)
- Elias Holmlid] - Synthesizers, Keyboards
- Jesse Lindskog - Drums
- Nicklas Magnusson - Guitars (rhythm)
- Christer Pederson] - Bass
- ???? - Beethoven Piano.
Cast[]
None.
Trivia[]
- Olof Mörck stated in an interview that the song intertwines heavy guitar riffs and classical piano melodies to tell the story of Beethoven writing a symphony about a tragedy that is consuming his life, while he laments about being deaf and wishing he could hear a sound "that could open my mind".