Queen's song

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
Scaramouch, scaramouch 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...
				

The inner thrust jolts the body into this colony.
Invention upon invention, swaying to the movement of our ticking grip. This lunacy tagged our story… a dreadful play entangled in our deepest fears.
To watch it play out amongst our darkest ideas. Every time.
“Never stops” he says… Never will he stop.

Upright position and ready for this sense of reality to melt.
Distrust reality into a gleaming sphere of pointless thought.
Melt/Meld/Melt
Thoughts chill to the core.

To watch it all unfold.
Driving force within can claim all of us again.
To watch it all unfold.
The speech upon the night claims everything in sight.
Grin away…

Our crops watch below as we float by with a gas-like stench.
Asleep in their beds while our bodies contort around our pointless possessions.
They didn’t save us.

We put our trust and comfort into this lonely state of greed. Alone.
Alone with them all… the scarecrows overhead.
Keeping watch as our spines dance down on the sleeping slogans. Stay intrigued.
Crush this concept, create the maze.
Eyes upon I’s
Eyes upon I’s
Eyes upon I’s

Upright position and ready for this sense of reality.
Melt. Meld
Distrust reality… refuse reality