Bohemian Rhapsody

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)

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...

by Rampant Teamkiller June 21, 2004

Bohemian Grove

Since 1873, the Global Elite Has Held Secret Meetings in the Ancient Redwood Forest of Northern California. Members of the so-called "Bohemian Club" Include Former Presidents Eisenhower, Nixon and Reagan. The Bush Family Maintains a Strong Involvement. Each Year at Bohemian Grove, Members of This All-Male "Club" Don Red, Black and Silver Robes and Conduct an Occult Ritual Wherein They Worship a Giant Stone Owl, Sacrificing a Human Being in Effigy to What They Call the "Great Owl of Bohemia."

Now, for the First Time in History, an Outsider Has Infiltrated Bohemian Grove with a Hidden Digital Video Camera and Caught the Ritual on Tape. That Man is Alex Jones, the Exclusive Digital Video is Just Part of His Shocking New Documentary: DARK SECRETS: INSIDE BOHEMIAN GROVE

There is much more to come.

by Infowars.com July 8, 2004

Bohemian Dub

Bohemian dub music is a genre of music typically consisting an eclectic mix hip-hop, dub reggae, electronica, rock and folk. Bohemian dub music is part of Bohemian dub culture, which began in Eugene, Oregon in the late 1990s, predominantly among individuals who identify with American counterculture, but not with any one specific group. 1 The term bohemian dub was originated by the rock group Medium Troy.

"I have been really into bohemian dub music lately."

by Regis Chester April 25, 2008

Bohemian Crapsody

When an individual attempts to sing Bohemian Rhapsody and sounds horrible, like something between a bat and a dying whale.

Dude, enough with the Bohemian Crapsody. You're killing my ears.

by Ewan.Mac.gov July 27, 2010

Bohemian Rhapsody

Greatness. Pure greatness.

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.

by Mister Ignorant April 23, 2004

Bohemian sack lunch

When a guy does not shower for several days and has a gamey crotch, and has a girl go down on him.

"I didn't shower on the whole San Francisco road trip, but I still got Mike's neighbor to give me a bohemian sack lunch"

by Robotmike September 19, 2009

national bohemian

Maryland’s pride and joy, as far as beer goes at least. Brewed along with its brethren Colt 45 by Baltimore’s own National Brewery in the late 19th century, Mr. Boh symbolizes the best of everything Baltimore. Unfortunately National Brewery went out of business shortly after the Second World War. "Natty-Boh" and Colt still exist today however, brewed by Pabst Blue Ribbon. Boh is only distributed to Maryland and very limitedly to southern Pennsylvania. Continues to be the quintessential crab beer and Baltimore high school students best choice for an excellent tasting, inexpensive beer. Foreigners will never understand the significance of that little one eyed pimp on the side of the can/bottle and hopefully things will continue to be this way. Bmore what up!

Simply, The sight of 17 year olds strolling out of a liquor store, each carrying their own 12pack of Boh.

"Hey man your making a run, pick me up a 12 of Boh."

by dee loc May 3, 2005