Ooh, you make me live.
We hardly need to use our ears-
in the shower of the mushroom cloud,
it’s time for the hammer to fall.
I’ve fallen in love,
I’ve taken my bows-
I can fly, my friends!
On a collision course,
I work ‘til I ache my bones.
These are the days it never rains
but it pours.
Out of the doorway, the bullets r i p-
insatiable an appetite-
another one gone,
and another one
gone,
cannot take it anymore!
One wave short of a shipwreck,
each morning I wake up-
I die a little.
Just a man,
with a man’s courage,
come, come play the game;
They say I’ve got a lot of water in my brain-
hurry back,
I can’t face this life alone.
This thing?
It’s been no bed of roses,
no pleasure cruise, but
touch my tears with your lips,
cause love’s such an old-fashioned word.
e m p t y s p a c e s , w h a t a r e w e l i v i n g f o r ?
anyway,
the wind blows.
On with the show.
Sometimes,
I wish I’d never been born at all;
nothing but a sham it seems,
shouting in the streets-
gonna take on the world someday.
If I could only reach you
into sunshine from the rain.
I’m twostepsnearer to my grave.
Behind the curtain,
you made me live again.
this poem was written by Queen; every line is a line dervied directly from one of their songs, as a tribute to the band and their music. All I did was pull lines from songs and reorganise them into a cohesive poem. Enjoy!