Eclecticismo de Freddie Mercury – Bohemian Rhapsody.

Rompiendo las reglas del juego, Freddy Mercury hizo algo que nadie hizo en la historia de la humanidad. Por esto es considerado uno de los mejores cantantes, o quizás el mejor cantante del siglo pasado.

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 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 oh (anyway the wind blows)
I don’t want to die
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
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 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 stop 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 oh yeah, oh oh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows
Compositores: Freddie Mercury
Letra de Bohemian Rhapsody © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
A experimental genius is a person who uses trial and error with no clear goal as a way to create their work.
On top of not having a goal, they are never satisfied with their final product and are known to revisit old works. That definition is based off information found in Malcolm Gladwell’s podcast episode 7, Hallelujah, of Revisionist History.
  • A phenomenal song writer. He wrote everything from three of the world’s best-known songs (Bohemian Rhapsody, Under Pressure, We Are The Champions) to some lesser-known compositional masterpieces (The Fairy-Feller’s Master Stroke, Liar, March of the Black Queen).
  • He experimented with a variety of songwriting styles, from Arab-ish pop (Mustafa) to old-timey English vaudeville (Seaside Rendezvous, Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon) to straight ahead power rock (Death on Two Legs, Let Me Entertain You).
  • An excellent pianist (I’m not a pianist, so I’ll let pianists decide whether his chops were outstanding or just adequate, but they sound great to me).
  • And a competent rhythm guitarist.
  • And, obviously, the best frontman and overall entertainer that rock music has ever seen. Some might like other vocalists better than Freddie, but nobody can seriously argue there has been a better entertainer.

The best Queen songs are about being your own person and having the audacity to live freely in a gray and judgmental world. At least that’s the message Freddie couldn’t help but communicate every time he grabbed a mic stand and peacocked across the stage making grand theatrical gestures. If Queen were more than the sum of its incredible parts, Mercury somehow became more than that. It’s cosmic next-level rock ‘n’ roll math that not even Galileo could explain.

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