Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Stoopid lyrics

Here's another installment of my blog feature 'Stoopid lyrics'.

A song's appearance here does NOT mean I think the song is stupid or that I don't like the song. In fact, today's song is one of my all-time favorites! Personally I think this song is musical genius. But the lyrics? Not so much. To me they just don't make sense.

Judge for yourself.

Bohemian Rhapsody
performed by Queen

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, little high, little low
Any way 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 has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh 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, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooooooh, I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro
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!
Will not let you go. Let me go! Will not let you go. Never, never, never, never
Let me go, o, o, o, o.
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 outta here

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows.

Crush du Jour: Benito Villella


anne marie in philly said...

can that bathing suit get any smaller?

all I can see in my head is the scene from "wayne's world" with the headbanging in the car!

Mind Of Mine said...

Wow @ Bennito