If I see one more social media share of the ~Arrested Drunk Guy Sings Bohemian Rhapsody ~ I am going to scream. The You Tube video has forged those verses into my head for several days now. I thought I had conquered the beast yesterday and expelled it from my subconscious. It returned this morning with a vengeance. Freddie's Back! My eyes scan the first several pages of the newspaper, the familiar tune crept back in. Freddie Mercury had found another venue! I burst out laughing at my kitchen table as I made the paradoxical summary of Bohemian Rhapsody's lyrics to the headlines of the paper. Governor Haley's remarks on contraception, weather, the Republican presidential candidates, Obama, murder, mayhem and on to the Charleston Scene. I filled in the top five, you'll get the drift. Lord help me I am thinking in music this morning. Now I have Stevie Nicks ~Landslide~ stuck. I got a kick out of a similar situation recently when I received a note from a lyricist/musician,some words were broken into syllables..and some capitalized in the middle of a word. He told me later that tells him to hold the note when he is writing a song and it spills over into his general writing.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?(Gov on contraception, really Haley?)
Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality, (Obama)
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, (Weather)
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, (Santorum)
Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, (Romney)
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me, (Gingrich)
Mama, I 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
Mamaaaaa oooh, 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, ev'rybody, I've got to go, Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mamaaaaa oooh,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 Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo
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
Bismilah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
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