Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
So this is probably one of the most overplayed songs in the history of the earth, but it’s just one of those songs so outta this world and so unbelievably awesome that it’s gotta be overplayed. It starts off sounding like nothing special, just an ordinary rock ballad to a person who’s never heard it before (God forbid), but it soon turns into a crazy bundle of harmonies, piano playing, and arguing. The song starts off as a mournful ballad, rushes through a spectacular opera, and finally fuses into an angry rock song. It’s chaotic. It’s brilliant. It’s Queen.
And here it is:
LYRICS:
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
(Poor boy)
I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind goes
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,
Oooh, Oooh
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
Sent shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind
And face the truth
Mama, ooh ooh,
(Any way the wind blows)
I don’t wanna die
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
(Instrumental)
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lighting
Very very frighting
Me!
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro
Magnifico
I’m just a poor boy 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!
We will not let you go!
Let me go!
We will not let you go!
Will not let me go, oh, oh, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go!
Beelzebub, has the 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
Can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get right out of here
(Instrumental)
Ooh, ooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows