Tchaikovsky, Mozart and Beethoven are all sekritly Freddie Mercury.
In my music appreciation class it is our habit to begin a class period by listening to and analyzing a piece of music. It's been a wide variety of things (everything from J.S. Bach's "Toccata and Fugue in D Minor" to Herbie Hancock's "I Want a New Drug") and now-- courtesy of my friend Katherine-- Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody".
It was even from a "Best of Queen" album. Of course I related the Good Omens significant bits and cracked my teacher up. I now need to bring that book into class.
And, oh my god! I FIGURED OUT WHAT IT MEANS. IT'S TOTALLY ABOUT A (whiny momma's-boy) GUY KILLING SOMEONE AND DYING AND GOING TO HELL AND GETTING REALLY SCARED, THEN ANGRY. I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIGURE OUT. BUT OMG. And I read the lyrics over and went, "Ohmigod, it should be called 'Bohemian Rhapsody (Theme For John Constantine)'!"
Lyrics, for those interested:
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 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-
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-
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-
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
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,
Any way the wind blows....