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

C'erano un paio di tributi che proprio non potevo non inserire nella mia lista degli n pezzi più significativi del panorama musicale degli scorsi trent'anni. Direi addirittura che Bohemian Rhapsody e Dancing with the Moonlit Knight sono opere fuori concorso, fuori classifica, fuori dalle normali dinamiche comparative: siamo di fronte alla nascita di nuovi classici che danno la misura delle realizzazioni artistiche di un'epoca e come tali si pongono come parametri di tutto il successivo sviluppo, ciò che si ricorderà - sempre che ci sia un futuro - da qui a qualche secolo. Di quest'album ne ho comprate una decina di copie, lo ascoltavo talmente che ogni LP mi durava qualche mese Ricordo che fu anche l'unico esperimento di ascolto condiviso con i miei. Poi capii che non era il caso e giungemmo a sani compromessi, soprattutto per quel che riguardava i lunghi viaggi in macchina

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, ooohooohooohooo
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, ooohooohooohooo (Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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)
(Now let me go) (No, no, no, no, no, no, no!)

Oh, 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

(Oooh)
(Oooh, yeah, oooh, yeah)

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

(Any way the wind blows)