Banda: Queen
Compositor: Freddie Mercury
Lançamento: 31 de outubro de 1975
Álbum: A Night at the Opera
Estilo: Rock progressivo, ópera rock, hard rock. A música consiste
de três partes principais: um segmento de balada que acaba com um solo de
guitarra, uma passagem operística e uma seção de hard rock. Nela, Freddie
Mercury, Roger Taylor e Brian May cantam respectivamente nas tessituras média,
aguda e grave. May toca a guitarra, Taylor toca bateria, tímpano e gongo, e
John Deacon toca o baixo elétrico.
Repercussões: bohemian raphsody ficou em primeiro na Inglaterra,
Nova Zelandia, Canada e Países Baixos e em top 10 na Billboard 100 nos estados
unidos, e em 1992, um ano após a morte de Freddie Mercury, a música reentrou na
tabela dos Estados Unidos e alcançou a segunda melhor posição.
Bohemian Rhapsody
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, oh
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, oh, I don't want to die
But 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
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, GalileoGalileo, Figaro, magnifico
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, oh
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, oh, I don't want to die
But 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
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, GalileoGalileo, Figaro, magnifico
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, oh
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
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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, oh
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
Oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
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