Pues en conmemoración a este día 29 de Febrero y a que el examen de FRIOSA estaba peladote vuelve esta sección que tanta hueva me había dado actualizar (al igual que las otras). El protagonista hoy es el ingles Brian May,un gruitarrista que no brilla por una tecnica inalcansable sino por un sonido inalcansable. Queen merece bastante parrafos en este blog,pero que hueva,así que solo hablaré de él.
Es hombre quien inicio tocando el piano muy joven tiene un estilo rockanrolero con alma barroca que ya muchos qusieran,simplemente una piedra angular en el desarrollo de la musica del siglo XX.
Y por poco olvido la merecida mención al hecho de usar una guitarra contruida por el mismo,claro con ayuda de su padre,llamada "Red Special" y que sustituye la pua con libras.
PD: Echen un ojo a la fumadisima letra de "Bohemian Rhapsody".
Queen - We Will Rock You
Queen - The Show Must Go On
Brian May & Pavarotti - Too Much Love Will Kill You
Queen - Another One Bites The Dust (Aquí ni toca pero igual esta chida la rola)
Brian May - God Save The Queen
Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody
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
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im 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
Bodys 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 dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id 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 Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me
Hes 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-cant 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.
