@[Kahiara:35260] Actually I think the husband passed away,
"She sang for you last night
She heard you were calling"
Many people say they have felt, heard, or seen their loved ones after they have passed.
"Don't be scared now
Close your eyes
She holds guard tonight
Go on forward no remorse
Life will take it's course"
This is said to the late husband by a third part (never named), who encourages him to pass on. Because life will eventually continue. The phrase "holds guard" refers to the ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wake_(ceremony) ) which is a Christian ceremony held after someone dies. Now it is usually held right after the funeral, but in most celtiic countries the wake is held before the funeral.
"She danced with you last night so you will remember
All you have shared, a lifetime."
This sentence feels as if the only thing it wants to convey is their history together, namely, husband and wife. For the rest it just refers back to the first verse.
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
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 had 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, ooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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 me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro, magnifico
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)
Never, never, never, never let me go
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
Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
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
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 had 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, ooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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 me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro, magnifico
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)
Never, never, never, never let me go
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
Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
Lyrics submitted by kevin, edited by bucketzombie, SpongeBobForPresident2016, brae114620, nna10617, SuperAlly77, Redleader4044, LHGL
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I just thought I'd give you mine :)
There's something very fantasy-like in this song, be it the music, the lyrics or the ups and downs.
Maybe it's the training on drug prevention I just took, but I have a feeling it's about a battle with drugs.
"Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away"
He may be talking about how he's thrown his life away by using drugs.
He says: "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves, from a poor family" as if it's his reason for using (ie: a bad, unloved boy from a bad family)
"Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time"
which are real important side effects from drug use
"Mama, oooooooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
Sometimes wish I'd never been born at all"
notice how he keeps calling out to his mother, as if he desperately needs her attention/love/forgiveness. He goes through phases in the song where he regrets his life, then phases where he regrets the ups and downs and withdrawal times.
"I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me"
Hallucinations? Bad trips?
it seems real plausible, to me at least.
Then from the high pitched melody to real slow and down :
"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"
Then comes the part with all the prayers and such:
"Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
Let him go"
Notice how "Bismillah! we will not let you go" with the deep, "manly" voices are very devil-like and the other side saying "let him go". As if drugs (=bad) want him to keep using and prayer (=good (because of the calm, angelic voices)) want him to be free from drugs.
And now comes the part where he takes everything back into his own control:
"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"
"stone me" speaks for itself
"love me and leave me to die" as in make me feel good but at the same time be killing me
And finally he goes into the numbness stage saying "nothing really matters to me"
I don't know if it's plausible or makes sense at all but the highs and downs and melody changes and voice changes and all just make me think of the different states of mind drug users go through when using and after the highs or lows of different drugs.
And the presence of the mother is a cry for help or attention he may not have gotten from his "poor family" and which was the primary reason for his substance use.
Let me know what you think, though.
Cheers
lol if u know what that means the reply lol
Fandango is traditionally danced with opposite sexes, the girl being asked by the boy to dance. In Basque culture, traditional dancing is valued greatly, and it is seen as very appealing, and masculine for a man to be a dancer.
Is this irrelevant? Maybe. I just thought that I should contribute what I know :)
On egin!
and they aren't related to Arab.. how did they know "Bismillah"??
This is so confusing
"God" is a title, not a name!
Got to thinking this song was about Albert Camus' "The Stranger?" Seeing the silhoutt-eh of a man sounds a lot like the Arab on the Beach, the sun glistening from his knife as Mersault proceeded to kill him - and then suffer the consequences of his action as he prepares for the guillotine? Only his mother to write to, and acceptance of his fate.
Would love to hear some thoughts on this... On the drive to the Staples Center, I was explaining to my daughter the distinctions between the Nietschian Super-Mensch and the isolated characters in Sartres' "No Exit." Both aligned on some level, and yet both very distant at the same time.
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This is what I thought about the song too!
Being gay must be extremely harsh.
RIP Freddie. You finally broke free.
I just wanted to add Bohemian Grove in Northern CA where they hold Satanic Rituals.
They often take a homeless person and shoot them in the head as a Blood Sacrifice.
Google Bohemian Grove.
They also rape and torture children to get Adrenochrome.
But that's another very sad story.
Victim-mentality must find its identity and link EVERYTHING to victimhood.
I once had a kind of pneumonia that's particularly common among people with AIDS (not sure if it was the kind that killed Freddie). I have a normally-functioning immune system, but I was in the ICU for weeks and at first they were worried I was going to die. I can only imagine how bad it must be for someone who has AIDS.