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 - (anyway 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 Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo 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 (never) Never let you go - let me go Never let me go - ooo 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
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Nothing really matters Anyone can see Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
有著複雜的原因,讓我想找出這首歌來看一下。其實我並不特別喜歡QUEEN或這首歌。 早些在一處公園裡,我的孩子與另一個更小的孩子分享著笑容,輪流爬上滑梯。 不到十公尺的地方,幾個小女生踩著3吋高跟鞋,抽著菸,討論著香檳與威士忌,她們甚至都還沒發育呢。 如果我們大人都覺得這個世界實在太艱難,那麼他們說,I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all,也就不那麼希奇了。 但他們連發出這種質疑的能力都沒有啊,大人吶,您看見了嗎? 台灣有什麼問題?只有階級問題。自恃傲慢的階級,看不起自己、苦想著更換到另一個階級的階級,以及自暴自棄的階級。 搖滾,什麼是搖滾?春浪、春吶,一年一年的來又去,誰管搖滾了,有誰在乎?台上的,台下的,無非是一場社交活動罷了。 最近關於一個所謂搖滾天團的專訪多得令人作嘔,請搞清楚,那不是搖滾團!有人回答了,是啊,他們是天團,一派寫意。 寫意,什麼都不當一回事的吊兒啷噹也好,說那是瀟灑也罷,淪喪的還不是自己得去賠嗎? 我們在聽什麼?聽到了什麼? 將近40年前的歌,至今仍然很生動,弗雷迪他(Freddie Mercury)會彈鋼琴,並不熟練,上不了檯面的吉他,讀譜很差勁。 但音樂不需要章句,只要將內心的原始狀態吶喊或呻吟出來,而再一步,用規律形式去賦與造型,去提煉意識與精神... 只要活著,就有音樂。 自律、自持、自瀆、自殘,那都是活著的證明,而音樂是一股擾動,能讓它擾動及被它擾動的,是否也是活著的一種證明呢?