Tribute to Queen
in Music ·
Bravo Nicole Vaughn, seriously killer review... let me toss in a few lines I personally love... honestly, dozens of his lyrics are constantly ringing in my head, so it’s tough to pick just a couple... but I'll give it a shot... here are some of the 😁 "heaviest":
...just a general scramble for living space
a common grab for titles
but they don't care about the means
hillbillies always in the front row...
...knock before you enter
the secret is the door to the underground waters
knock before you enter her room
the secret is the door to the underground waters...
...I saw the rage of tough young men
the demonic game of the outcasts
who took the place in paradise
integrity or power
who praised the emperor's robes
those little nobodies on the front pages...
...the keys to power under a mask on the wall
an imposing carcass in a junkyard
I only see their faces
famous artillery arriving at the target
I'm just here by accident and I'm damn mad...
....a blow to the head brutally drags me into consciousness
if you don't listen, you son of a bitch, you won't even eat
and me
I don't have the gift
it's forbidden to answer...
...concentric circles of stupidity and ignorance
like rings
I don't understand any further than that...
...gentlemen, eat your sandwiches
and drink your beers
you still look good in them
you've got perspective in you...
...why are you looking for charisma in yourself, you stuffed bird
the chance of enlightenment
splits you into an infinity of longing for a mission...
..pay attention to the last thing
keep me inside you
I feel like I'm wandering through the terraces of consciousness
something is splitting inside me... and
...people just talk
why are you nervous
people just chatter
don't be so terrible
human lips whisper
sneak around the city
avoid trouble or they'll take your head...
...people are becoming like chickens
they see poorly and go to bed early
and in the morning they rush to dig
packed together like clouds of tobacco
pockets soaked from sweaty palms
poking their noses into everything and everywhere...
...what am I supposed to do without action all day
back when I was a student, I cursed often
read Praxis, debated skillfully
anarchism was in my blood
everyone to the barricades
I dreamed of leading the young protesters...
...damned lies for the naive,
I don't care and I'm not afraid....
....step back, woman
look
unfading angels
are coming
red as blood
angels
bitter as sweat
brutal angels....
...I saw the rage of tough young men
the demonic game of the outcasts
who took the place in paradise
integrity or power
who praised the emperor's robes
those little nobodies on the front pages...
...and I shook that guy in the gray cloak
with a dirty look between his eyes
and you know they fucked me all night after that
now I'm a protégé
I have everything I want...
...shy woman, sadness leaves a trace on her face
shy woman, she betrays you with the glow in her eyes...
...I'll ask you if you know
why stupidity wins
why you want to live
in the shadow of gods...
...my face of preconceptions
marginal fiction
shadow in the mirror
the circle closes
you'd want him gone
but that won't work
you'd want him to sleep
it's time for decisions...
...it seems to me, brother
that the status quo has corrupted people
they eat shit and they dream
it will get better, brother
take off the medals and fill the halls
the street of trophies is running out of strength...
...you are a woman of fine manners
a stranger to this land
you move like a ballerina
you enjoy the motion...
...slimy bastards
pathetic genitals
awkwardly pulling
disciplined loyalty...
…I’m coming at you like a phantom of freedom
so show me what you got
I’m coming at you like a phantom of freedom
to lead you straight down to the bottom…
…as if I’m not even thinking about those gray eminences
those invisible killers with efficient hands
as if I can’t hear their lips while they whisper to me
you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine
(get real, you idiot - op. ed.)…
…you talk to me about an idea
about the patriotism of a generation
is that just a bunch of interests for useless people
or something actually worth being a slave for…
…and out on the street, on every side
branch offices of the administration
bureaucrats crawling out of them
man, I’m telling you, I’m terrified
only now do I realize what fear actually is
and yeah, I’m scared…
…bitter taste isn’t even the right word
for the logic of silence
that paranoid fear of the truth
hidden behind an iron fist
love brings us together
goodnight, don't be sad
love brings us together
goodnight, others are coming…
…I love you when you talk
in all this madness of yours
the premonition loses its illusion
stripped down to the bone…
…stations of despair
brought into the stadium
dying
before they even hear the firing squad…
..sorry coach, I wasn't paying attention
didn't know the field was so hard
I lost the ball
I missed the shot
don't pin this on me…
…I spat on the magazines
all that propaganda
from those silver-tongued papers
I spat on the bullshit
all over the damn page….
…this stinking city shuts down the subways
this stinking city shuts down the streets
this stinking city is so full of itself
and the establishment loves it…
…bloody exercises at full speed
a frantic machine on death's door
it’s hard to live peacefully with your own pain
doesn't matter if the cat is black or white…
…people without caliber or an ounce of an idea
shoving black-and-white truths down our throats
investments have hit the ceiling, credit is being burned
paranoia everywhere
everyone is neck-deep in crisis
yet we want to act like we're the center of the universe
like some long-term Chinese syndrome
and me
I don't have the gift
it's forbidden to answer…
…you’re a woman without ideals
you give in sometimes
a pedantic guardian of your own dilemmas
you’re stronger than the restlessness…
…who did you actually love
was it a man
with impossible diction
or the love of a crowd of chosen beggars
who at the first strike
run across the border….
…I headed into the depths of the room with clear intent
to make the impossible real through the power of the message
the wildness of the actors echoing close by
let everyone else count their crosses
just like yesterday
behind the curtain
whatever keeps scaring me sounds familiar
maybe you don't understand…
……do something for your conscience
don't think you're alone
go hard, take charge
forget about fear
so many women looking for your help
so many women dreaming
so many women sighing quietly…
…sometimes I see her lying in my sleep
like a shadow play on my shoulder….
…the nights here are indifferent shadows
when I sleep, I shield my face…
….lies invent nasty dreams
sweet, weary lies
and while helplessness turns strength into pain
idiots wander far away…
…the world is neither good nor bad
there's no room for new ideas for us…
…in my city there is so much
that I can't stand even in my dreams
an old lady came up to me
and kissed me for a shot of bourbon…
…take a look at the street
nobody dares
like I do
a whole mess of contradictions
they've launched you high into the air…
…I headed into the depths of the room with clear intent
to make the impossible real through the power of the message
the wildness of the actors echoing close by
let everyone else count their crosses
just like yesterday
behind the curtain
whatever keeps scaring me sounds familiar
maybe you don't understand
but
I love you…
…and when tears dance
all the reasons back away from temptation
to just forget everything
and let the fight keep spring alive
deep in your heart
so you can make it without me….
…you talk to me about some big idea
about generational patriotism
is that just a bunch of selfish interests from useless people
or is it actually worth fighting for
let’s talk about freedom
do you even remember Spain
oh, Paul
the devil is at the door…
…bitter taste isn't even the right word
for this logic of silence
this paranoid fear of the truth
hidden behind an iron fist…
…it feels to me, honestly
like modern standards have totally corrupted everyone
they eat garbage and dream about nothing…
…spring exists even in December
on the thirteenth
or any other damn day
spring is waiting behind the barricades
with a hand raised high…
…freedom isn't about pushing some twisted ideological mold
freedom isn't about forcing any kind of ideology on you
freedom isn't just some simple homework assignment
it’s being aware of the harmony within the chaos of imperfect people
freedom is waiting for you
go grab it…
…I’m offering you happiness
like some kind of illusionist
the dark side of the city
the grit of the streets
people standing on the subway platform
the whole vanity fair
while you just stay in bed
scared of the crowd…
…do something, it’s your duty
you know plenty of things
you aren't stupid, unlike the massive amount of idiots out there
don't despair
spit in your own face and grow up
make sure your voice is heard too
spit in your own face, spit them right in the eye
don't you dare back down…
…I said to myself
my god, the sheer amount of demagoguery lined up like artillery barrages
how many stolen thoughts exist that stand for nothing but
hate
vanity
power
and how much corruption needs to be spilled at our feet
just to see how they’ve completely twisted the very essence of betrayal…
...just a general scramble for living space
a common grab for titles
but they don't care about the means
hillbillies always in the front row...
...knock before you enter
the secret is the door to the underground waters
knock before you enter her room
the secret is the door to the underground waters...
...I saw the rage of tough young men
the demonic game of the outcasts
who took the place in paradise
integrity or power
who praised the emperor's robes
those little nobodies on the front pages...
...the keys to power under a mask on the wall
an imposing carcass in a junkyard
I only see their faces
famous artillery arriving at the target
I'm just here by accident and I'm damn mad...
....a blow to the head brutally drags me into consciousness
if you don't listen, you son of a bitch, you won't even eat
and me
I don't have the gift
it's forbidden to answer...
...concentric circles of stupidity and ignorance
like rings
I don't understand any further than that...
...gentlemen, eat your sandwiches
and drink your beers
you still look good in them
you've got perspective in you...
...why are you looking for charisma in yourself, you stuffed bird
the chance of enlightenment
splits you into an infinity of longing for a mission...
..pay attention to the last thing
keep me inside you
I feel like I'm wandering through the terraces of consciousness
something is splitting inside me... and
...people just talk
why are you nervous
people just chatter
don't be so terrible
human lips whisper
sneak around the city
avoid trouble or they'll take your head...
...people are becoming like chickens
they see poorly and go to bed early
and in the morning they rush to dig
packed together like clouds of tobacco
pockets soaked from sweaty palms
poking their noses into everything and everywhere...
...what am I supposed to do without action all day
back when I was a student, I cursed often
read Praxis, debated skillfully
anarchism was in my blood
everyone to the barricades
I dreamed of leading the young protesters...
...damned lies for the naive,
I don't care and I'm not afraid....
....step back, woman
look
unfading angels
are coming
red as blood
angels
bitter as sweat
brutal angels....
...I saw the rage of tough young men
the demonic game of the outcasts
who took the place in paradise
integrity or power
who praised the emperor's robes
those little nobodies on the front pages...
...and I shook that guy in the gray cloak
with a dirty look between his eyes
and you know they fucked me all night after that
now I'm a protégé
I have everything I want...
...shy woman, sadness leaves a trace on her face
shy woman, she betrays you with the glow in her eyes...
...I'll ask you if you know
why stupidity wins
why you want to live
in the shadow of gods...
...my face of preconceptions
marginal fiction
shadow in the mirror
the circle closes
you'd want him gone
but that won't work
you'd want him to sleep
it's time for decisions...
...it seems to me, brother
that the status quo has corrupted people
they eat shit and they dream
it will get better, brother
take off the medals and fill the halls
the street of trophies is running out of strength...
...you are a woman of fine manners
a stranger to this land
you move like a ballerina
you enjoy the motion...
...slimy bastards
pathetic genitals
awkwardly pulling
disciplined loyalty...
…I’m coming at you like a phantom of freedom
so show me what you got
I’m coming at you like a phantom of freedom
to lead you straight down to the bottom…
…as if I’m not even thinking about those gray eminences
those invisible killers with efficient hands
as if I can’t hear their lips while they whisper to me
you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine
(get real, you idiot - op. ed.)…
…you talk to me about an idea
about the patriotism of a generation
is that just a bunch of interests for useless people
or something actually worth being a slave for…
…and out on the street, on every side
branch offices of the administration
bureaucrats crawling out of them
man, I’m telling you, I’m terrified
only now do I realize what fear actually is
and yeah, I’m scared…
…bitter taste isn’t even the right word
for the logic of silence
that paranoid fear of the truth
hidden behind an iron fist
love brings us together
goodnight, don't be sad
love brings us together
goodnight, others are coming…
…I love you when you talk
in all this madness of yours
the premonition loses its illusion
stripped down to the bone…
…stations of despair
brought into the stadium
dying
before they even hear the firing squad…
..sorry coach, I wasn't paying attention
didn't know the field was so hard
I lost the ball
I missed the shot
don't pin this on me…
…I spat on the magazines
all that propaganda
from those silver-tongued papers
I spat on the bullshit
all over the damn page….
…this stinking city shuts down the subways
this stinking city shuts down the streets
this stinking city is so full of itself
and the establishment loves it…
…bloody exercises at full speed
a frantic machine on death's door
it’s hard to live peacefully with your own pain
doesn't matter if the cat is black or white…
…people without caliber or an ounce of an idea
shoving black-and-white truths down our throats
investments have hit the ceiling, credit is being burned
paranoia everywhere
everyone is neck-deep in crisis
yet we want to act like we're the center of the universe
like some long-term Chinese syndrome
and me
I don't have the gift
it's forbidden to answer…
…you’re a woman without ideals
you give in sometimes
a pedantic guardian of your own dilemmas
you’re stronger than the restlessness…
…who did you actually love
was it a man
with impossible diction
or the love of a crowd of chosen beggars
who at the first strike
run across the border….
…I headed into the depths of the room with clear intent
to make the impossible real through the power of the message
the wildness of the actors echoing close by
let everyone else count their crosses
just like yesterday
behind the curtain
whatever keeps scaring me sounds familiar
maybe you don't understand…
……do something for your conscience
don't think you're alone
go hard, take charge
forget about fear
so many women looking for your help
so many women dreaming
so many women sighing quietly…
…sometimes I see her lying in my sleep
like a shadow play on my shoulder….
…the nights here are indifferent shadows
when I sleep, I shield my face…
….lies invent nasty dreams
sweet, weary lies
and while helplessness turns strength into pain
idiots wander far away…
…the world is neither good nor bad
there's no room for new ideas for us…
…in my city there is so much
that I can't stand even in my dreams
an old lady came up to me
and kissed me for a shot of bourbon…
…take a look at the street
nobody dares
like I do
a whole mess of contradictions
they've launched you high into the air…
…I headed into the depths of the room with clear intent
to make the impossible real through the power of the message
the wildness of the actors echoing close by
let everyone else count their crosses
just like yesterday
behind the curtain
whatever keeps scaring me sounds familiar
maybe you don't understand
but
I love you…
…and when tears dance
all the reasons back away from temptation
to just forget everything
and let the fight keep spring alive
deep in your heart
so you can make it without me….
…you talk to me about some big idea
about generational patriotism
is that just a bunch of selfish interests from useless people
or is it actually worth fighting for
let’s talk about freedom
do you even remember Spain
oh, Paul
the devil is at the door…
…bitter taste isn't even the right word
for this logic of silence
this paranoid fear of the truth
hidden behind an iron fist…
…it feels to me, honestly
like modern standards have totally corrupted everyone
they eat garbage and dream about nothing…
…spring exists even in December
on the thirteenth
or any other damn day
spring is waiting behind the barricades
with a hand raised high…
…freedom isn't about pushing some twisted ideological mold
freedom isn't about forcing any kind of ideology on you
freedom isn't just some simple homework assignment
it’s being aware of the harmony within the chaos of imperfect people
freedom is waiting for you
go grab it…
…I’m offering you happiness
like some kind of illusionist
the dark side of the city
the grit of the streets
people standing on the subway platform
the whole vanity fair
while you just stay in bed
scared of the crowd…
…do something, it’s your duty
you know plenty of things
you aren't stupid, unlike the massive amount of idiots out there
don't despair
spit in your own face and grow up
make sure your voice is heard too
spit in your own face, spit them right in the eye
don't you dare back down…
…I said to myself
my god, the sheer amount of demagoguery lined up like artillery barrages
how many stolen thoughts exist that stand for nothing but
hate
vanity
power
and how much corruption needs to be spilled at our feet
just to see how they’ve completely twisted the very essence of betrayal…