I just bought a Queen CD and now remember why I liked them so much.

Death On Two Legs (Dedicated To...)
Words and music by Freddie Mercury

You suck my blood like a leech
You break the law and you preach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money
And you want more
Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules
With your narrow minded cronies
Who are fools of the first division
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You've never had a heart of your own
Kill joy bad guy big talking small fry
You're just an old barrow boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me?
Can you face me?
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
Feel good are you satisfied?
Do you feel like suicide?
(I think you should)
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night?
Do you feel good feel good?

You talk like a big business tycoon
You're just a hot air balloon
So no one gives you a damn
You're just an overgrown schoolboy
Let me tan your hide
A dog with disease
You're the king of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is
Mister know-all
Was the fin on your back
Part of the deal? (Shark)
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart
Death on two legs
You've never had a heart (you never did) of your own
(Right from the start)
Insane you should be put inside
You're a sewer rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null and void
Make me feel good I feel good

Kenf:

Yeah Queen is awesome, a real survivors group!

I love this classic 2-for-1 hit:

WE WILL ROCK YOU:

Aah
Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shouting in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place

We will we will rock you
Sing it
We will we will rock you

Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make
You some peace some day
You got mud on your face
Big disgrace
Somebody betta put you back into your place

We will we will rock you
Sing it
We will we will rock you
Everybody
We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
Alright

[Rock those perps. Put them back in their place--in the human race.]

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS:

I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
The whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose

And we mean to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers

[Every word of that 1st verse means so much to me. As to the 2nd verse, there's not many people that could apply to more than male survivors, some of the least believed people in the human race. But we are survivors, and we will go on & on & on & on, fighting till the end. For me, to do anything else is to lose, to spend life as a victim and/or a victimizer. We, male survivors, are the champions--my friends! ]

Thanks Kenf for the inspiration. Queen rocks!

Wuame

Another Queen hit, one of my all-time favorite survivor songs, with some bracketed personal commentary]

BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Incidentally,
"Bismillah" is the opening word in the Qu'ran (Koran) and literally means "In the name of Allah."
"Scaramouch" according to the dictionary means "a stock character who appears as a boastful coward."
"Beelzebub" is one of the many names given to "The Devil."

The Lyrics:

Is this the real life? [Yes--too bad]
Is this just fantasy? [No--tried to live in one]
Caught in a landslide [of abuse ]
No escape from reality [No there isn't ]
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see [At last I am]
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 [The despair of most of my life]

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
[Mama killed the man--me, throwing away my life from the beginning with her incest-gun. Making me feel to blame for all her problems, for making her cry. Then carrying on as if nothing she did or I was going thru really mattered. Now she'll have to becuz I'm not going back tomorrow or ever]

Too late, my time has come [to face the truth]
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time [fibro/body memories]
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
[There were times I did, but no more. See my poem "I Wonder What the World Would Be..."]

I see a little silhouetto of a man [me in shadow]
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me [my hatred & fear of men--absent or abusive]
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 [I was]
Spare him his life from this monstrosity [Please]
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go [Who was there to cry out "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 [Sure has felt that way many times]
for me
[My "mama mia" "let me go" when she couldn't control me anymore, becuz I was becoming too big a boy, becuz maybe she was on the verge of being found out. Her version was that it was becuz she couldn't control me to keep me out of trouble. There was just enuf shoplifting & skipping school to make her story believable--at the time, even I wanted to believe it, having already suppressed the abuse memories. Thus she put me away in a children's home to spend the next four years treated as a troublemaker & perpetrator, while she went running off around the country unpunished & "scott-free" (literally; she had already institutionalized my handicapped brother Scott, whom I'd had to take care of all those years, becuz she couldn't handle him anymore becuz he was getting too big. (Am I the only one who sees a pattern there?) He died in that damn institution, and she barely made it back for the funeral; wish she wouldn't have..]

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
[That's exactly what she thot]
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
[That's exactly what she tried, in her sick, twisted, narcisstic way, to do]
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here [It didn't work! :p ]

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...
[No matter how the wind blows or what happens, now it does matter!]

Wuame

This Queen hit is an expression of my anger & my crusade against perps. Only now, at least in my better moments, my machine gun shoots bullets of truth that kill the perp in a person, not the person her or him self...

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST:

Ooh, let's go
Steve [Wuame!] walks warily down the street
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go [My truth & experience.]
[This for me is a marching song, a call to arms, a battle cry. I'm getting ready to begin warily stepping out against SA, as a male survivor.]

Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat - yeah
[I want perps to always be hanging onto the edge of their seats in fear of my/our truth, just as I/we hung on the edge of our seats in fear of their abuse & lies.]

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
[Yeah, let another perp, another perp pent up inside someone, another perpetration of series of them, bite the dust! And good riddance!]

How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you when you're gone [Ma didn't care.]
You took me for everything that I had
And kicked me out on my own
[Exactly what my mother did. Leeched the life out of me until she couldn't control me anymore, then kicked me out into a children's home (for more on this see my notes on "Bohemian Rhapsody").

Are you happy ? Are you satisfied ?
[She was; she thot she put all the blame on me & got away with it--NOT!]
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Look out [The heat is on, all you perps!]

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, eh
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
[Yes, & let still another perp bite the dust! Another one gone & another one gone!...] :p

Hey
Oh take it
Bites the dust - bite the dust hey
Hey
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust, ow [Hurts, don't it?!]
Another one bites the dust, hey hey
Another one bites the dust, heeey
Ooh show down [That it is! ]

There are plenty of ways that you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him [They did]
You can cheat him [Cheated me out of childhood]
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down, yeah [Did that too]

But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you [Know it!]
I'm standing on my own two feet [Damn right!]
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
Oh yeah
[Out of the doorway I'm coming to disclose myself as a male survivor & to expose you, perps! Out of the doorway the bullets of my truth, my survival, my life, will rip out at you & right thru you, to the beat of the march of the male survivor!]

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone and another one gone
Another one bites the dust, yeah
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
[And yes, I'm gonna get you too! ]

Shoot out
Hey, alright

Wuame

Queen was my favorite group in college. The first time I had ever spent any time away from my family. I guess I could use singing along to their lyrics to express the anger I held even though it would be another 22 years until I allowed myself to know the source of that anger.

I have bought a Queen CD (to replace my LP & 8 track from college days) and I am again riding down the road with it blasting away.

Way to go Ken! I don't have a Queen CD, but I do have several songs by Queen & other "survivor groups" I've put on disc and also taped. I like to go down the road with the music going, helps me survive while I drive...on the road of life...

Picturing you driving down the road with Queen blaring away, I immediately thot of that scene in "Wayne's World," where they're in the car all singing along with "Bohemian Rhapsody." Best scene in the movie to me. Sing away Ken!

Wuame