Queen - Funny how love is...

Aquí os dejo una de Queen, que seguramente si yo no dijera que es de Queen, no reconoceríais ni de coña al grupo... ¿a que no?... ;)

Es de las antiguas, del disco Queen II, que como curiosidad tiene que está grabado sin pausa entre pistas, de modo que escucharlo entero es una sensación diferente a todo lo que se haya podido escuchar. Lo más parecido al "Muro" de Pink Floyd.

Queen - Spread your wings

Hace casi 30 años, allá por el 26 de junio de 1979 salía a la luz el primer álbum grabado en directo por Queen: Live Killers.

Estaba dudando entre dos canciones de Queen, The show must go on que muchos conoceréis, y esta otra. Al final decidí esta... Por varios motivos: el primero, que aunque "el show continúe" posiblemente sea diferente porque alguno de vosotros no esté. El segundo motivo, es que esta canción que dejo es positiva, habla de un hombre al que su jefe le dice que no está haciendo bien su trabajo, y una tercera voz le sugiere que deje el bar en el que trabaja, que despliegue sus alas y vuele... vuele lejos, hasta donde pueda llegar.

Me parece una canción como todas las de Queen, intemporal, tiene 30 años y parece hecha ayer mismo. Me encanta. Espero que sirva para retomar con fuerza el blog y que todos "despleguemos nuestras alas, y volemos hasta donde nos lo propongamos"




Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He'd made up his mind
To leave his dead life behind
His boss said to him
'Boy you'd better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should've been sweeping up the Emerald bar'

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself he'd be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world nothing would make him stay

Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He'd made up his mind
'This could be my last chance'

His boss said to him 'now listen boy
You're always dreaming
You've got no real ambition you won't get very far
Sammy boy don't you know who you are?
Why can't you be happy at the Emerald bar?'

So honey
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
'Cos you know you should do better
That's because you're a free man
Come on honey.

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Ya que nos ponemos serios...

El 21 de noviembre de 1975, justo 16 años y 3 días antes de que Freddie Mercury (probablemente una de las mejores voces de la música) falleciera, se compuso la que está considerada por muchos (me incluyo) la "mejor canción jamás escrita": Bohemian Rhapsody. Esta canción fue incluida en el grandísimo álbum A Night at the Opera que sin duda os recomiendo, como cualquier otro de esta banda, que 18 años después de disuelta por el fallecimiento de su líder, sigue siendo mi banda favorita, sigue sonando y estando a la última en cualquier lugar en el que se hable de MÚSICA.

Rock, pop, balada, heavy, ópera... todos esos géneros en una única canción aunque según dicen esta banda hacía music hall... os dejo con ella... con la reina de todas las bandas... con Queen...



Letra:


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-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im 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-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id 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 galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes 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-

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-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

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

Any way the wind blows....