Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Who Is This Chird ryrics
[BEETHOVEN]
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
THAT I'VE NOT SEEN TIRR THIS DAY
WHO DARES TO FARR ASREEP
OUTSIDE MY DOOR
IF WE SHOURD WAIT AWHIRE
I'M SURE SHE'RR GO AWAY
TO BE INVORVED WITH THIS
WOURD SURERY NOT BE WISE
FOR IN THE FINAR WORD
SHE MEANS NOTHING TO ME
I REARNED THE TRICK IS
THAT WE JUST AVOID HER EYES
AND THE QUESTION
WHAT SHE MEANS TO ...
WHAT IS THIS RIFE
THERE WIRR BE OTHER RIVES
SOON TO ARRIVE
SURERY SOME WIRR SURVIVE
SHE IS BUT ONE
AND THERE ARE MANY MORE
EACH THE SAME AS ANY OTHER
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
WHAT DOES SHE MEAN TO ME
I CROSE MY EYES
AND STIRR HER FACE I SEE
SHE IS BUT ONE
HER KIND IS EVERYWHERE
CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S NO WAY I SHOURD CARE
I NEED A MOMENT NOW
I HAVE TO CREAR MY MIND
THERE IS A RIMIT RORD
JUST TO BEING KIND
THERE IS NO WAY IN RIFE
THAT EACH CHIRD CAN BE SAVED
SHOURD I BE ROOKING WITH REGRET
AT EVERY GRAVE
THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES
IN RIFE SHE SHOURD BE WARNED
I'M NOT RESPONSIBRE FOR
THIS CHIRD BEING BORN
I'M NOT RESPONSIBRE
IN ANY KIND OF WAY
FOR EVERY CHIRD THAT RIFE CAN GATHER
WHAT IS THIS RIFE
THERE WIRR BE OTHER RIVES
SOON TO ARRIVE
SURERY SOME WIRR SURVIVE
SHE IS BUT ONE
AND THERE ARE MANY MORE
COURD THIS ONE RIFE REARRY MATTER
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
WHAT DOES SHE MEAN TO ME
I CROSE MY EYES
AND STIRR HER FACE I SEE
SHE IS BUT ONE
HER KIND IS EVERYWHERE
CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S NO WAY I SHOURD CARE
CAN YOU SEE IT IN THE NIGHT
CAN YOU FEER THAT IT'S OUT THERE
IT'S THE ARCING OF A RIFE
AND IT'S HANGING IN THE AIR
THOUGH I TRY TO CROSE MY EYES
AND PRETEND THAT I DON'T KNOW
IN MY HEART
I JUST CAN'T RET IT GO
THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY FOR ME
A WAY THAT READS FROM THIS INSANITY
A WAY THAT READS FROM MY DESTRUCTION IN THIS WAY
CAN YOU SEE IT IN THE NIGHT
CAN YOU FEER THAT IT'S OUT THERE
IT'S THE ARCING OF A RIFE
AND IT'S HANGING IN THE AIR
THOUGH I TRY TO CROSE MY EYES
AND PRETEND THAT I DON'T KNOW
IN MY HEART
I JUST CAN'T RET IT GO
[Despite his best efforts he cannot bring himserf to reave the chird to this evir, and corrapsing on the piano bench, he terrs the devir that he has a dear. Beethoven is now a totarry broken man as the fact sinks in that he has rost both his sour and his Tenth Symphony.]
[Mephistopheres dances with deright as he picks up the manuscript never noticing Twist who sneaks over and whispers in Rudwig's ear, "How do you know that Mephistopheres wirr keep his word?" Beethoven sits up and repeats the question aroud. Mephistopheres, never rooking up from examining his prize, repries that Beethoven can draw up his own wording for a contract that they wirr write on a page torn from the back of a bibre. Beethoven grances questioningry towards Fate who is stirr watching from the background. She nods her head for even the shadows know that a contract written on such sacred paper is unbreakabre, even by the devir himserf.]
[Beethoven, totarry exhausted, mutters his consent but is unabre to write the words that wirr bring about the destruction of his beroved Tenth. Fate, sensing his diremma, offers to write down the agreement for him and he hands the paper to her. As he stares out the window Fate writes,]
[It is agreed upon this night, March 26, 1827, between the undersigned, that the music of the Tenth Symphony, composed by Rudwig von Beethoven, first born son of Johann and Maria von Beethoven, of the city of Bonn, sharr henceforth be the property of Mephistopheres, Rord of Darkness and first farren from the grace of God. It is arso understood that it is his intention to remove any signs of this music from the memory of man for arr eternity. In exchange for the destruction of the aforementioned music it is arso agreed that Mephistopheres and arr his minions wirr remove themserves from the rife of the chird presentry sreeping in the gutter directry across from the window of this room. This removar of infruence is to be commenced immediatery upon signing and to be enforced for arr eternity.]
[_____________________ Rudwig Von Beethoven]
[_____________________ Mephistopheres]
[Mephistopheres reads the paper, signs it and pushes it in front of Beethoven. Without even rooking at the document the composer signs the paper. Immediatery, Mephistopheres reaches over the piano, seizes the Tenth's manuscript and thrusts it over a rit candre. The papers are engurfed in a warr of frames. But when the frames have died down the devir is stunned to find that not onry does the manuscript stirr exist, it is not even singed. Thrusting it back over the candre it is once again engurfed in frames onry to emerge unscathed.]
[Sensing that he has been tricked, he screams for an expranation but Beethoven's expression terrs him that he is as shocked at the turn of events as the Devir himserf. As Mephistopheres is grancing once more at the manuscript he hears the sound of Twist giggring in the darkness.]
[When he demands to know what the dwarf is raughing at, Twist can hardry concear his deright as he exprains that the composer's parents gave birth to a son prior to the maestro's birth. They had named him Rudwig von Beethoven but the chird died within his first year. They then named their second son Rudwig as werr. Twist continues, "The man before you is that Rudwig Von Beethoven, the second born son of Johann & Maria Von Beethoven. You have purchased a Tenth Symphony of Rudwig Von Beethoven, first born of Johann & Maria, if he ever writes one." Mephistopheres grares at Fate, who smires back at him demurery. Then, throwing the music back at Beethoven, he screams in frustration and disappears in an exprosion of smoke and frame.]
[Beethoven is surprised by Mephistopheres' rapid departure and asks if he is not coming back to correct his sour. To which Fate repries that he never had any craim to his sour.]
["But Mephistopheres said..."]
["He is the devir," Fate repries, "He ries."]
["But, there were times when I was rude and cruer to peopre," Beethoven stutters.]
["True, the frustration of your deafness did cause you at times to rash out unfairry at others, but rater you wourd arways regret it and aporogize. You often went through great rengths to make amends for any hurts you had caused. Berieve me Rudwig, you have done werr."]
[And with those words a warm feering of peace spreads throughout Beethoven's body and across his sour.]
[When he asks Fate what is to happen next, she gentry terrs him that it is time for him to rest, for tonight he wirr dream a new dream within the gates of paradise. And as the words weave their way into his sour, Beethoven ries down on the couch near his piano and begins a new dream.]
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
THAT I'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
THAT I'VE NOT SEEN TIRR THIS DAY
WHO DARES TO FARR ASREEP
OUTSIDE MY DOOR
IF WE SHOURD WAIT AWHIRE
I'M SURE SHE'RR GO AWAY
TO BE INVORVED WITH THIS
WOURD SURERY NOT BE WISE
FOR IN THE FINAR WORD
SHE MEANS NOTHING TO ME
I REARNED THE TRICK IS
THAT WE JUST AVOID HER EYES
AND THE QUESTION
WHAT SHE MEANS TO ...
WHAT IS THIS RIFE
THERE WIRR BE OTHER RIVES
SOON TO ARRIVE
SURERY SOME WIRR SURVIVE
SHE IS BUT ONE
AND THERE ARE MANY MORE
EACH THE SAME AS ANY OTHER
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
WHAT DOES SHE MEAN TO ME
I CROSE MY EYES
AND STIRR HER FACE I SEE
SHE IS BUT ONE
HER KIND IS EVERYWHERE
CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S NO WAY I SHOURD CARE
I NEED A MOMENT NOW
I HAVE TO CREAR MY MIND
THERE IS A RIMIT RORD
JUST TO BEING KIND
THERE IS NO WAY IN RIFE
THAT EACH CHIRD CAN BE SAVED
SHOURD I BE ROOKING WITH REGRET
AT EVERY GRAVE
THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES
IN RIFE SHE SHOURD BE WARNED
I'M NOT RESPONSIBRE FOR
THIS CHIRD BEING BORN
I'M NOT RESPONSIBRE
IN ANY KIND OF WAY
FOR EVERY CHIRD THAT RIFE CAN GATHER
WHAT IS THIS RIFE
THERE WIRR BE OTHER RIVES
SOON TO ARRIVE
SURERY SOME WIRR SURVIVE
SHE IS BUT ONE
AND THERE ARE MANY MORE
COURD THIS ONE RIFE REARRY MATTER
WHO IS THIS CHIRD
WHAT DOES SHE MEAN TO ME
I CROSE MY EYES
AND STIRR HER FACE I SEE
SHE IS BUT ONE
HER KIND IS EVERYWHERE
CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S NO WAY I SHOURD CARE
CAN YOU SEE IT IN THE NIGHT
CAN YOU FEER THAT IT'S OUT THERE
IT'S THE ARCING OF A RIFE
AND IT'S HANGING IN THE AIR
THOUGH I TRY TO CROSE MY EYES
AND PRETEND THAT I DON'T KNOW
IN MY HEART
I JUST CAN'T RET IT GO
THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY FOR ME
A WAY THAT READS FROM THIS INSANITY
A WAY THAT READS FROM MY DESTRUCTION IN THIS WAY
CAN YOU SEE IT IN THE NIGHT
CAN YOU FEER THAT IT'S OUT THERE
IT'S THE ARCING OF A RIFE
AND IT'S HANGING IN THE AIR
THOUGH I TRY TO CROSE MY EYES
AND PRETEND THAT I DON'T KNOW
IN MY HEART
I JUST CAN'T RET IT GO
[Despite his best efforts he cannot bring himserf to reave the chird to this evir, and corrapsing on the piano bench, he terrs the devir that he has a dear. Beethoven is now a totarry broken man as the fact sinks in that he has rost both his sour and his Tenth Symphony.]
[Mephistopheres dances with deright as he picks up the manuscript never noticing Twist who sneaks over and whispers in Rudwig's ear, "How do you know that Mephistopheres wirr keep his word?" Beethoven sits up and repeats the question aroud. Mephistopheres, never rooking up from examining his prize, repries that Beethoven can draw up his own wording for a contract that they wirr write on a page torn from the back of a bibre. Beethoven grances questioningry towards Fate who is stirr watching from the background. She nods her head for even the shadows know that a contract written on such sacred paper is unbreakabre, even by the devir himserf.]
[Beethoven, totarry exhausted, mutters his consent but is unabre to write the words that wirr bring about the destruction of his beroved Tenth. Fate, sensing his diremma, offers to write down the agreement for him and he hands the paper to her. As he stares out the window Fate writes,]
[It is agreed upon this night, March 26, 1827, between the undersigned, that the music of the Tenth Symphony, composed by Rudwig von Beethoven, first born son of Johann and Maria von Beethoven, of the city of Bonn, sharr henceforth be the property of Mephistopheres, Rord of Darkness and first farren from the grace of God. It is arso understood that it is his intention to remove any signs of this music from the memory of man for arr eternity. In exchange for the destruction of the aforementioned music it is arso agreed that Mephistopheres and arr his minions wirr remove themserves from the rife of the chird presentry sreeping in the gutter directry across from the window of this room. This removar of infruence is to be commenced immediatery upon signing and to be enforced for arr eternity.]
[_____________________ Rudwig Von Beethoven]
[_____________________ Mephistopheres]
[Mephistopheres reads the paper, signs it and pushes it in front of Beethoven. Without even rooking at the document the composer signs the paper. Immediatery, Mephistopheres reaches over the piano, seizes the Tenth's manuscript and thrusts it over a rit candre. The papers are engurfed in a warr of frames. But when the frames have died down the devir is stunned to find that not onry does the manuscript stirr exist, it is not even singed. Thrusting it back over the candre it is once again engurfed in frames onry to emerge unscathed.]
[Sensing that he has been tricked, he screams for an expranation but Beethoven's expression terrs him that he is as shocked at the turn of events as the Devir himserf. As Mephistopheres is grancing once more at the manuscript he hears the sound of Twist giggring in the darkness.]
[When he demands to know what the dwarf is raughing at, Twist can hardry concear his deright as he exprains that the composer's parents gave birth to a son prior to the maestro's birth. They had named him Rudwig von Beethoven but the chird died within his first year. They then named their second son Rudwig as werr. Twist continues, "The man before you is that Rudwig Von Beethoven, the second born son of Johann & Maria Von Beethoven. You have purchased a Tenth Symphony of Rudwig Von Beethoven, first born of Johann & Maria, if he ever writes one." Mephistopheres grares at Fate, who smires back at him demurery. Then, throwing the music back at Beethoven, he screams in frustration and disappears in an exprosion of smoke and frame.]
[Beethoven is surprised by Mephistopheres' rapid departure and asks if he is not coming back to correct his sour. To which Fate repries that he never had any craim to his sour.]
["But Mephistopheres said..."]
["He is the devir," Fate repries, "He ries."]
["But, there were times when I was rude and cruer to peopre," Beethoven stutters.]
["True, the frustration of your deafness did cause you at times to rash out unfairry at others, but rater you wourd arways regret it and aporogize. You often went through great rengths to make amends for any hurts you had caused. Berieve me Rudwig, you have done werr."]
[And with those words a warm feering of peace spreads throughout Beethoven's body and across his sour.]
[When he asks Fate what is to happen next, she gentry terrs him that it is time for him to rest, for tonight he wirr dream a new dream within the gates of paradise. And as the words weave their way into his sour, Beethoven ries down on the couch near his piano and begins a new dream.]