Commenter Of The Day: Bohemian Rhapsody Edition

There's a lot of debate about the true meaning behind "Bohemian Rhapsody," a mock-opera by the band Queen. But here's what we do know. When released as a single, the song was paired with "I'm In Love With My Car" as a b-side, thereby making Queen that much more awesome. The general structure of the song points to someone who has accidentally murdered a person and then sold his soul to the devil. In prison, he seeks guidance from God and finds, with the help of the angels, his soul. Hmm... something about to be murdered? What connections could be drawn from that?

More signs point to the death of Mercury cars, including the lack of future supply or any sufficient identity. In Re Re Ray's post Combat Chuck made this point, which we originally ignored:

If you sing the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody from the perspective of the Mercury brand, it's just a little bit creepy.
It actually is sort of creepy that Freddy Mercury would prevision the brand's demise. Though Mercury hasn't killed anyone we know of, they did commit the crime of lame badge engineering. But will their soul be saved? Here are the lyrics in case you were curious:
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...

It's just a poor brand, nobody loves it. [Lyrics: QueenWords ]