From: Fletcher, Andrew
To: Cole, Owain
Subject: Bohemian Rhapsody
Date: 14 November 1996 13:28

How does Bohemian rhapsody start?

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From: Cole, Owain
To: Fletcher, Andrew
Subject: RE: Bohemian Rhapsody
Date: 14 November 1996 13:31

Piano solo.
Dunno what the first words are though.

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From: Fletcher, Andrew
Subject: FW: Bohemian Rhapsody
Date: 18 November 1996 13:13


Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land slide
no escape from reality

Open your eyes
look up to the sky and seeeeeeee
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 meeeee,
to me

mama, I just killed a man
put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead
mama, life had just begun, and now i've gone and thrown it all away
mamaa, oooo(anyway the wind blows)
      Didn't mean to make you cry
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(guitar solo)

(opera bit)
I see a little silouhete of a man
scaramouche, scaramouche
will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening indeed
Gallileo, gallileo, gallileo figaro
magnificoooooo
Beelzebul has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeee

(giutar solo and moshing bit)
So you think you can spit in my eye
so you think you can love and leave me to die,
ooh baby, can't do this to me baby,
I just gotta get out, just gotta get right outa here

(more guitar solo)

ooh, yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters, one can see
Nothing really matters,
Nothoing really matters   to meeee
                          (Any way the wind blows.)

music.Inc.ltd.

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From: L.G.Boothroyd@durham.ac.uk
To: j.r.inge@durham.ac.uk
Subject: Open you eyes . . .
Date: Fri, 21 Nov 1997 10:28:07 +0000

I think you'll find that your friend missed lots and lots of lyrics when
he typed out the copy of Bohemian Rhapsody on your web page.  Any
particular reason?

eg. 
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on,
Carry on
As if nothing really matters . . .

. . . 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?
Ishmila (?)!
Noooo! We will not let you go!
Let him gooooo!
Ishmila(?)! We will not let him go!
Let him goooo!
Ishmila! Will let him go / never, never, never-
Let him go-oo-oo-oo!
No,no,no, no, no, no, NO!
Oh Mama mia, Mama mia.
Mama mia, let him go.
Beelzebub . . . etc

And it is 'So you think you can STOP (or stall?) ME and spit in my eye?'

Just thought I'd be pedantic!

Lynda 'I-know-every-song-on-Greatest-Hits-I-and-II-off-by-heart'
Boothroyd