"Danger" Style (sort of)...

(my own personal spin on the lyric interpretation thing)

Bohemian Rhapsody
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

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 was reading a message board that I'm a member of, and someone posted a rant about hating everyone she knows and having a terrible summer. She said she no longer had 'real life' friends and hoped that she still had 'online' friends. This song popped into my head because her comments resonated with some of my recent thoughts. I've been thinking that maybe I should take a long break from the online world because I might be getting too 'involved' in it. And I started to wonder if maybe it is all an illusion and if I moved away would I only leave a tiny, faint, brief contrail as evidence of my being here? Kevin sort of hit on this in a comment on Mr. Danger's blog. Maybe everyone is feeling out of touch with what is "real" and what is "fantasy"?

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

Online is 'easy come, easy go' as far as relationships go. Some are lasting. Some are not. I've lately been feeling some resentment over a lost 'friendship' with someone I met in 'real life' and then maintained what I thought was a friendship online. But apparently opposing politics and an ocean can separate people enough to make 'friendship' impossible. But hey, easy come, easy go, anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter 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-

Hey, I don't know what that means. I'm no Nick Danger. But sometimes I've fantasized about putting a gun to someone's head and pulling the trigger. Hasn't everyone?

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- (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

Sounds like depression to me. I've been there. I know. I've wanted to run away from my mistakes, but I didn't. I stayed and faced my truth. I didn't really want to die, so I didn't.

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 Galileo
Galileo 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
Will not let you go let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me-

Sometimes I like to buy my movie tickets on Fandango. Just in case someone else didn't know what 'scaramouche' is I looked it up and it means 'a cowardly buffoon.' So 'scaramouche will you do the Fandango' means 'you cowardly buffoon will you dance a silly dance.' Yeah, like 'dance around the subject' or 'beat around the bush', it means stop being a fool and playing games because it hurts people. I'm sure Beelzebub has a devil or two set aside for me too. Anyone know what Bismillah is?

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-

That's how I feel right now. I can't do partway. I'm an obsessive/compulsive Aquarian. I live in my head and have a really hard time sometimes distinguishing between what's 'real' and what I perceive and think. It's that whole real life/fantasy thing. I need people to tell me what's real and what's not real. (maybe I just need anti-psychotic meds? lol)

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-
Nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

I wish I could adopt that attitude, but it all matters to me whether it's real or imaginary. Any way the wind blows.