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
Twas an English day yesterday. Pomp and circumstance. Real life, but fantasy as well.
Dreams. Oft times I have dreams, or at least I think they are – and I awaken asking “Was that real?”.... Some scary, some fun.. some bizarre.. harmless, except for that very first moment you question the reality.
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, 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
Freddie Mercury never disclosed the meaning behind his lyrics. Wiki.. Wiki knows everything yeah? Wiki surmises: fairly self-explanatory with just a bit of nonsense in the middle... to: mebbe about a young man who has accidentally killed someone, sold soul to the devil – asks for redemption.
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
That last line. I think we've all been there. Times get tough, run, hide, get the hell outta here. “Would be easier if I never happened.” Scaramouche – life is good.
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. 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.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
Someone once said Mercury related to them the song was basically “random rhyming nonsense” and that last stanza kinda speaks to that. Hell, spellcheck underlined halfa that whole paragraph.
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
Song came out in 1975.. #1 on the charts for long, long time. After Mercury's death in 1991, song resurfaced again at #1 on the pop charts. Is the UK's 3rd best selling single of all-time, and me thinks I've heard of a band or two from the UK! (I know.. you can't always get what you want, but, help I need somebody.. to remind me those other bands names.) I, personally, am proud to have been viewer #14,833,872 on youtube.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Oh contrare, me thinks just the opposite. Song has passion, feel, fun, sadness, fast, slow, whimsical, serious... does matter.
Any way the wind blows
We miss you Mr. Mercury but thankfully we've got your music to remember you by. Pomp and circumstance – the wind still blows.
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