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by Rampant Teamkiller July 5, 2004
Like the Holocaust, but funny!
by Rampant Teamkiller September 1, 2004
Bohemian Rhapsody is one of the best songs of all time. (the band of course beingQueen) It was Released on 31th October, 1975, it entered the charts at number 1, where it stayed for over two months.
Bohemian Rhapsody was written by Freddie Mercury, who also wrote We are the Champions and Killer Queen. Its lyrics are cryptic and do not make much sense at first glance. Freddie made a point of never explaining the lyrics, so that people could apply it to their own lives. Or somthing like that.
Freddie sings and plays the piano, Deacon plays the bass, Taylor sings some parts and plays the drums, and May plays the guitar.
It appeared on the album A Night at the Opera, but is also on Greatest Hits 2, as well as Classic Queen.
Just listen to it. It's a great song. It's even better than Stairway to Heaven and November Rain. Put together. It's better than pizzia. Yeah, i said it.
In case you're wondering, the song's title- "Bohemian Rhapsody" means somthing like "free and unrestrained happines," (I looked it up)
Bohemian Rhapsody was written by Freddie Mercury, who also wrote We are the Champions and Killer Queen. Its lyrics are cryptic and do not make much sense at first glance. Freddie made a point of never explaining the lyrics, so that people could apply it to their own lives. Or somthing like that.
Freddie sings and plays the piano, Deacon plays the bass, Taylor sings some parts and plays the drums, and May plays the guitar.
It appeared on the album A Night at the Opera, but is also on Greatest Hits 2, as well as Classic Queen.
Just listen to it. It's a great song. It's even better than Stairway to Heaven and November Rain. Put together. It's better than pizzia. Yeah, i said it.
In case you're wondering, the song's title- "Bohemian Rhapsody" means somthing like "free and unrestrained happines," (I looked it up)
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
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo 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 (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
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
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!
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
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
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo 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 (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
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
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!
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
by Rampant Teamkiller June 22, 2004