Sunday, September 4, 2011

Monday's Poetry: "Bohemian Rhapsody"

by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

Freddie Mercury, the lead vocalist of Queen and the composer of many of the band's original songs, would have been sixty-five years old today.  Mercury, a native of Tanzania who spent most of his adult life in England, had one of the most amazing voices in twentieth century rock.  

The following piece, Bohemian Rhapsody, was written by the highly talented Mr. Mercury when he was still in his twenties.  It was included in the 1975 album, A Night at the Opera.  The complex song took over three weeks to record.  Mercury did most of the vocals, but he was also assisted in that effort by Queen members Brian May and Roger Taylor.  Rolling Stone ranked Bohemian Rhapsody at #163 of its "500 Greatest Songs of All Time."

Freddie Mercury died of AIDS related illness in 1991.  A year later Bohemian Rhapsody enjoyed a revival in America when it was featured in the soundtrack of the movie Wayne's World.  

Enjoy the memories!

Bohemian Rhapsody
by Freddie Mercury

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy-
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,
To me

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry-
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters-

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-
[ Lyrics from: ]
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo, galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He's just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-, will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-, we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows...

1 comment:

Xobekim said...

With the freshy filled coffee sitting next to me, I started to read this poem. Before I could reach for my first sip the melody came gently from the back of my mind.

By the time I reached "Galileo" music and lyric fully merged.

This was one of the finest first reads of any morning I can recollect. Thanks.