Oh yeah, I know, there's always merit in interpreting things yourself (no matter how messed up or warped or . . . Far from the original intention as it is ). But I was just curious to know how it was, say, "meant to be" from your stance.

I like how a lot of your stuff (esp. Fantasia) is rooted in some real world element, like locations and other works (Uranium City . . . Final Fantasy ) or history or people (Lewis and Clark, Mozart), etc. At first I thought it was about the blessing and curse of being destined to follow the perilous path of music (dun dun dun) and the overly romanticized life of a musician, but then I was like, "Nah, come think of it, sounds like a rather dark song about Mozart's life with a rather jealous narrator."

So I thought back to Amadeus (this sudden bolt of “understanding,” or lack, thereof, hit me because I just watched the movie a few days ago and thought back to this song. It's not entirely historically accurate for dramatization purposes, but there's a character, Salieri, a huge fan of Mozart who deeply admires yet at the same time is uber jealous of Mozart's talent, thinking it should be him, Salieri, writing that beautiful music, not Mozart. Salieri then kills Mozart by anonymously commissioning Mozart a piece while Mozart's weak and ill, but since Mozart's so poor he can't afford to not finish it. But if he overworks himself, that's bad. The piece, by the way, is a Requiem Mass for the death of someone (he didn’t say). Knowing this, Salieri comes over, and like a good friend, offers to help Mozart write the piece, with Mozart dictating the notes to him and Salieri writing it down. There's a scene in which Mozart is sick lying in bed, on the verge of death by exhaustion, but Salieri still urges him on. Like, “Oh, I’m not tired at all. Let’s continue working, this is brilliant! Come on, what are the notes? Tell me the notes?” with a smile that is totally . . . . not creepy at all.

Now, Salieri’s intent was that that piece was going to be the Requiem Mass for, who but Mozart himself? And when Mozart dies, Salieri will submit it as his own work, and gain eternal fame for its awesomeness while his main roadblock, Mozart, is out of the way. Pretty nasty. Again, not completely historically accurate. There’s no solid proof it was Salieri who “killed” Mozart.
Well, Mozart did die. But Salieri didn’t get a chance to do what he would have liked with the Requiem Mass, because Mozart died in the midst of it and didn’t finish it. Salieri eventually gets sent to an asylum for insanity.

Well, you can see where the “gonna-take-everything-literally” part of my mind eagerly interpreted.

“Write in the notes
Quarters, halves, and wholes
Before the church bell tolls.”

Salieri: hurry up Mozart, give me this notes so I can finish it before the church bell tolls on your funeral, man, so I can finally become known for my awesomeness (even though it’s technically yours)!

“Your every breath
Under my control
Oh who could ask for more?”

Salieri: In these last hours, your life is in my hand now. Your every BREATH, dude. So glad my plan is finally working out, just look at you, you’re about to DIE. How can I possibly as for more? I am finally leagues closer to becoming officially cool.

“You alone can live in a symphony
Bound by love and locked with a golden key
You alone can die in a symphony
Please don't ask to be set free”

Now this part is rather strange.
Salieri: I won’t admit but deep down inside I rather admire you. I have like a mancrush on you, man! Because you’re so. Freaking. Awesome. You’re the “chosen” one to make this beautiful music. It’s like you live in a symphony, you hear these fragments of heaven in your head. It’s a place I feel like I can’t touch. Your talent is protected and locked away by fate [in the movie Salieri is really resentful of not being destined to be the one to be the genius]. BUT, now with by brilliant plan, you’re gonna DIE. In your OWN SYMPHONY, haha, how does that feel? But I still think you’re lucky. Don’t ask to be set free. Literally, I don’t want to you to NOT be gone. On another level, you’re lucky. If I were you I would be just as cocky and arrogant about my own awesomeness as you are, which used to annoy me so badly. [At least that’s how Mozart’s depicted in the movie.]

Haha, that’s how I saw it. And whoah, I just wrote a whopping eight hundred words. Did I? I’m sorry, I can’t go back and paraphrase it, I suck at that and will probably muck it up even more, so, uh, hope you don’t mind. And now you’re probably thinking, “Am I that ambiguous in my lyrics?” Nah, it’s just me.