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Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Musical Interlude: "Bohemian Rhapsody", by Hayseed Dixie

Blame Theo.

And yes, you will see those four faces as you try to go to sleep.

Or maybe these four faces.

In either event, you're welcome.

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 (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
Anyway the wind blows
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

[Guitar Solo]

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch,
Will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening
(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 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

[Guitar Solo]
(Oooh yeah, Oooh yeah)

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows...


Blogger Loren said...

Would it be inappropriate to add one of my own?

February 2, 2010 at 4:53 AM  
Blogger Dutchman6 said...

Okay, that's just creepy. -- Vanderboegh

February 2, 2010 at 6:27 AM  

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