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 seeeeeeeeeee!
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy COME! Easy go!
Little HIGH, little low!
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to meeeeeeee,
To Me.
Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, just killed a maaaaaaaan.
Put a gun against his head,
Pull my trigger now he's dead.
Mamaaaaaaaaaaaaa, LIFE had JUST Begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it ALLL awayyyyyyyyy.
MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
OOOOOOh, OoooOOOOooo, oooooooooh!
DIDN"T mean to make you cry!
If I'm not back again this time TomorrOWWWWWW,
Carry ooooooooooooooonnnnnnnn, carry onn,
As if nothing really matters.....
TOO lattttee,
Ma time has commmmmme,
Sent shivers down ma spine,
Body's aching all the timeeee.
Goodbye everybody!
I've GOOOOOOOT to gooooooo!
Gotta leave you all behind to face the truuuuuuuth!
MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,
OoooooOOOOO, ooooooooOOOoooo,ooooOOOOOOoooo...
I DON"T WANNA DIE!!!!!!!!!
I sometimes wish I'd NEVER been BORN at ALL!!!!!
*emotional guitar playing that transitions to the next part that is comical*
I see a little silhouettO of a Man!
Scaramouche, Scaramouche! Will you do the FANDANGO???
Sunderbolts and LightNING, VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME!!!!!!!!
Gallileo!
Gallileo!
Gallileo!
Gallileo!
Gallileo(Gallileo!)
Figaro!(Figaro!)
Manefico-oh--oh--oh--oh-ohhh!
<I'm just a poor boi, nobody loves me>
HE'S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY,
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITY!
*piano goes down scale*
<Easycome, easy go, vill 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 HIM GO!
Will not let you go!
Let him go!
Never let you go!
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, never let me go-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh!
No! No! NO! NOOOOOOO!
OH Mama mia, mama mia, will you let me go?
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for meeee, for meee,
For MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
*ROCK OUT SESH WITH GUITAR MAN*
So you think you can stone me and spiiiiiiit in my eyeeeeee????
*guitar*
So you think you can LOVE ME and LEAVE ME to DIEEEEEEEEEE?
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, babyyyyy,
Can't! Do! This! To! ME! Baby!!!!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta heeeeereeeee, ah!
WOOOH!!!!
*Guitar guy!*
*Music slows down, goes to piano*
Ooooooooooooooooooooooo,
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Oh!
*subtle quiet emotional guitar screech, followed by Freddie*
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can seeeee......
Nothing really matters,
NOTHING really Mattersss,
TO Me.....
*sad guitar*
<Any-way the wiiiiinnnd blooooowsss>
*PIAN CHORD*
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Freddie Mercury of Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody
My version of the lyrics.
12:37 am, 7/3/17
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Summer Journal #2(COMPLETE)
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